After the red velvet cheesecake brownies I made the other day, I was really craving cheesecake. Coincidentally, on the same Pinterest visit (I may have wasted a lot of time that day) that I found the brownies, I also saw a picture of a gorgeous blueberry cheesecake.

Now, cheesecake, especially blueberry cheesecake, is a dangerous territory for me. The one and only time I have ever attempted to make a cheesecake I was 9 or 10 years old. My mom and I made blueberry cheesecake. I don’t remember much about the experience, and I’m pretty sure I didn’t have that much to do with the whole thing. What I do remember is that it failed. It was such a failure that it has gone down in family history as one of those “remember that time we tried to make cheesecake” incidents.
Cheesecake has intimidated me ever since. It has become my dessert order of choice at restaurants, because it is usually one of the only options that I “can’t” make for myself.
Cheesecake, we could say, was my Waterloo.
Well yesterday I decided to put that all behind me. I’ve come a long way since the age of 9, and gosh darn it, I was going to make a blueberry cheesecake. I had guests coming for dinner, I was going to serve them something they would not soon forget.
Well, I think I accomplished the “not forgetting” part…but maybe for the wrong reasons…
It started out perfectly.

1. Beautiful graham cracker crust.
2. Graham crackers ready to meet their maker.
3. Pureed blueberries meet cream cheese.
4. Purple mess.
5. Ready, “set”, go.
6. Gelatin. This was in my cupboard. I have no idea why. Can gelatin go bad?
It seemed to be going smoothly. It looked like cheesecake filling. It tasted like cheesecake filling. My kitchen certainly looked like it had played some part in the creation of a purple masterpiece…
At this point all I could was put the cheesecake in the fridge, cross my fingers, and hope for the best.
It came out of the mold. I covered the top with whipped cream and blueberries.
It looked….OK (not quite like the picture above though).

I can only hope that this was impressive to those who hadn’t seen the original photo. I guess the cat is out of the bag now!
It was at this point that everything went downhill…

The cheesecake sort of…fell off the plate. It was one of those times when all you can really do is laugh.

Then it started to melt. Just to add insult to injury.
Blueberry mousse anyone?
At least I can honestly say, it was DELICIOUS. Maybe it wasn’t a cheesecake, but it was some super-yummy blueberry mousse. People just don’t have three servings of something that doesn’t taste good.
Maybe it was the coconut milk substitution for heavy cream, maybe it was the translation from Polish.
There are two things I know for certain.
1. I know a great recipe for blueberry-coconut mousse.
2. Blueberry Cheesecake really is my Waterloo.
If you are brave enough to try this for yourself, find the recipe here.