On their own, the words "cheese" and "cake" make me tingle with excitement. Together, as "cheesecake," I begin to salivate. Well, normally I do. But today I have finally met my first, totally resistible cheesecake.
It comes from Japan. Tokyo, to be exact. It purports to be made from camembert, versus the usual cream cheese. For some reason, it looks fluffy like sponge cake, not moist like cheesecake. It doesn't call to me in any way except for its packaging, which is a priceless example of the type of English often used in Asia.
"A cheesecake born in Tokyo," it proclaims. "The flavor of a cheese is very good." No argument there.
"Please have deliciously."