Cherry Topping:
4 cups cherries
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup water
1 tbsp lemon juice
2 tbsp cornstarch
Graham Cracker Crust:
24 graham crackers
3/4 cup melted salted butter
2 tbsp sugar
Cream Layer:
1 cup heavy whipping cream
1/2 cup sugar
1 tsp vanilla extract
1 package cream cheese
1/2 cup sugar
Directions:
Cherry Topping: Mix cherries, sugar, water, lemon juice, and cornstarch in a saucepan. Boil, then simmer for 10 minutes. Cool in fridge for 1-2 hours.
Crust: Preheat oven to 375°F. Process crackers, mix with butter and sugar, press in 9×13 pan, bake for 10 minutes.
Cream Layer: Whip cream, sugar, and vanilla. Mix cream cheese and sugar, combine with whipped cream. Spread over crust.
Assembly: Add cherry topping on cream layer. Serve chilled.
The article advises, “Cook the cherry topping until thickened,” and “whip the cream mixture until it forms stiff peaks,” ensuring perfect texture. Enjoy your “homemade cherry delight” that’s sure to “wow your guests.”
My Dad Who Left 20 Years Ago Called from His Deathbed for a Final Wish — What He Asked Broke My Heart
When my estranged father, who left 20 years ago, called from his deathbed, I was torn between anger and curiosity. His final wish revealed shocking truths.
I was getting ready for bed when an unfamiliar number called, followed by a text: “ALICE, THIS IS YOUR DAD. PLEASE CALL, I AM IN THE HOSPITAL.” My heart stopped. Dad? After twenty years? Curiosity won, and I called back.
“Dad?”
“Alice, it’s me. I… I don’t have much time.”
“Why are you calling now?”
“I need to explain… to ask something of you. But please, don’t tell your mother.” He revealed that my grandfather paid him to disappear because he thought Dad was a failure. “I took the money to secure your future.”
“Why didn’t you come back?”
“I couldn’t. But I watched from a distance, saw your graduation, your volleyball games.”
I felt my world tilt. “Why didn’t Mom tell me?”
“Maybe she thought she was protecting you.”
“What do you want now?”
“I need to see you, Alice. One last time before I go.”
I decided to go. At the hospital, he looked frail. “Alice,” he whispered.
“Why did you do it, Dad?”
“I thought it was the best way to secure a future for you. I wrote letters every year. They’re in a safety deposit box.”
After his death, I found the letters. They were filled with his regrets and love. I confronted Mom, who admitted she thought it was best for me too.
In the end, I used the money to start a scholarship fund in his name, honoring his memory and sacrifices.
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