So while cleaning out some stuff in the pantry a few days ago I found some old recipes that my mom had stored in one of the drawers. I'm guessing they were magazine clip-outs of stuff she wanted to try but never got around to doing.

One of them was called Pickle Cheesecake. Supposedly it's meant to be a savory cheesecake, which is odd.

So I gathered up the ingredients, got them together, baked it, and took a bite.

It was the WORST thing I've ever tasted. Like pure wrongness and despair with curdled cucumber. Ended up tossing the rest of it in the garbage and tried to fan out the smell from the kitchen.

I have since consigned that clipping to a sealed envelop and shoved it in the outside bins where hopefully no other poor soul attempting to fish out my garbage at the dump will ever come across this...horrible kind of assault on the human tongue.