In my recipe column in the winter issue of Edible Alaska, I wrote about a bulletproof cheesecake recipe, stolen from long closed Anchorage restaurant, that my uncle makes especially for people who are undergoing chemotherapy.
The story starts like this:
My Uncle Tommy, a menschy Girdwoodian in his mid-60s, tends to bake the way some people pray. He’s pagan, so he’d hate this comparison, but I’ve watched how he does it. It’s a regular exercise, contemplative, a little mystical. He often bakes for specific people for specific reasons, the way a church lady might attack a prayer list. He made pie for the mayor at least once after a tense public meeting. He baked for me to ease exhaustion after a new baby. This is the cheesecake he makes when someone has cancer.
Old recipe boxes are full of ghosts, and this isn’t different. It’s based on a famous cheesecake recipe from a restaurant called The Restaurant that existed long ago in Anchorage, at 3rd Avenue and E Street. It says right on it that it was stolen, either by an aunt or a long-deceased family friend. It was modified from restaurant bulk proportions down to one cake, though it still lists the ingredients by weight. …
Find the rest of the story and the recipe here.