an uncle from the us visits and is keen to try hidden local food gems. this just happens to coincide with your cravings for the best cheesecake sydney has to offer. but the store has been closed till today, and he's flyingbackto the us tonight and you're busy during the day. so what do you do?
you spend the week leading up to today hyping the cheesecake, even visiting the shop with him while it's closed for the new year holidays, so that, subconsciously, he's been primed to visit today.
all goes according to plan. while you're out with your brother and his friend, your uncle sends you a text saying, "sos: help needed to share 2 pieces of ny style c-cake". you say thank you and have a good flight and give a silent cheer. later on, you're joined by another couple and you all have kbbq. you kind of sit on the side, preoccupying yourself with cooking and service rather than conversation.
a trip to oliver brown later and you're at home.
you pull the cake out of the fridge, place it on a little saucer, and go to town on that fluffy, zesty cheesecake. it's more delicious than you remembered. so delicious that you feel compelled to leave a 5-star review for lorraine's patisserie midway.
once you're done, you return to what you were doing before - eating the cake, listening to "shake it out" by florence + the machine, and reflecting on how often you are the third (or 5th) wheel. but you don't cry because you're not sad.
you just keep eating that delicious cake.