Deutscher Käsekuchen

Tomorrow night we are having a little dinner party with Gracie, Neen, Ian & Rob.

I made sure I was at home this afternoon so I could start on my cheesecake.  My Oma’s traditional recipe for her German cheesecake (Deutscher Kasekuchen). 

The recipe used to be a handful of this, a pinch of that, til my younger cousin David converted it to a “recipe”.  Its a shame I never got my Oma’s recipe for Lenchen Spaetzle before she passed away. Although Im pretty sure I can remember roughly what goes into it. I think Mum mentioned that my Aunt in Goppingen has the same recipe, so I might email Jess, Tine or Aunt Helga to see if they can rustle up a recipe.

Anyway, the process of the cheesecake making is very exciting on two levels. Firstly, I dont consider myself much of a baker so anytime I successfully make a cake or pudding it makes me very happy, and secondly, I was feeling very close to my Oma when I was making it. I remembered being in the kitchen with her cooking the aforementioned lenchen spaetzle, or sitting at the breakfast table for “German breakfast” which is my favourite brekkie ever and consists of different types of bread, pretzels, cold meats, cheeses, fruit and coffee, or having her cheesecake for afternoon tea with the adults. My Oma was an interesting woman. I wish I could have had the opportunity to know her more as an adult. She was sick with alzheimers and dementia for the last 5 years of her life and she died in 2002 or 2003. There are so many stories I wish I had heard more from her; about her time in the war making anti-aircraft shells, or how Germany was before they came over to Australia (the Sunday law had just been introduced). But I am happy that Ive connected with my German relatives since going over there in 2007. Its good to get emails and photos from them. I never realised how lacking a family history I was, and how that helps with your sense of self.

Here’s hoping the cake turns out…20 mins to go….

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One response to “Deutscher Käsekuchen

  1. My Nanna worked in some kind of ammunition factory during the war too…but for the other side :) Life – it’s so arbitrary.

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