This year was the first time in a few years that my brother was in NJ to celebrate his birthday. As is his tradition since he was in single digits and his voice was an octave higher, he requested a homemade cheesecake from our Mom. Her cream cheese rendition of this delicacy is always creamy and delicious. And, as you can see, the masterpiece is topped off with his name and age. It's funny how little things can take you back in time. Happy birthday, bruh!