Add to that the notion of mixing in canned pumpkin and an overdose of cinnamon, to create something that is more likely to be visually pleasing to someone still reminiscing about how cute changing a baby's diapers can be, and the Holiday's become a potential minefield wherein any invitation could lead to aforementioned Frenchman being asked to eat and show enjoyment of pumpkin cheesecake.
One such Thanksgiving Invitation was to join friends and their friends for a sumptuous and elegant spread with charming conversation, a musical interlude and a variety of wines from a local vineyard.
When dessert appeared my Frenchman volunteered to cut and serve, not something I would normally see him do. He graciously went around the table, making sure that each guest had a piece and that, coincidentally, there was none left over for him.
His clever plan was foiled by the Hostess with the Mostess; a second pumpkin cheesecake was standing by and brought triumphantly to the table.