{Low Carb Classics} Refreshing cheesecake with strawberry rosemary quark. And six no-stripping firefighters in my living room.

"Si e on the balcony!" the police officer barks at me. "Please come down and open the front door! Hurry up and do not press the buzzer! "I press my face between the two rosemary in my balcony box and wish very intense that the shaggy things by miracle times just twice to grow. And hide me. I would like to be invisible. But unfortunately, no miracle occurs - my Dutt juts out over the stalks and there is no escape.

"Do you mean me?" I peeped back. "What's the matter ... going on? Um, what's up? "The policewoman gets a little impatient with me. "PLEASE COME DOWN NOW AND OPEN THE DOOR!" The officer has brought along seven colleagues and they stand with their hands on the holsters next to her and also look up to me severely. "Um ... I'm coming." I croak and make my way from the first floor to the front door.

The child jumps excitedly next to me. "Mom, what do all the police and firemen want from you?" His face glows with excitement. Not mine. I'm probably rather undecorative pale. But I still felt like the queen of the world 5 minutes ago ...

On my summery balcony with flowers and little chairs and candles. And barbecue. Finally barbecue again! It is the eve of my birthday. Since we live on a main traffic intersection, we do not bother anyone when we turn on the charcoal. I had a fantastic steak and a lot of sausages. The coals looked great as they glowed orange, because the strong wind had provided great hair dryer ventilation in the pink ball grill. Because our intersection has its own thermal winds. The grill tongs in one hand and a glass of white wine in the other hand was the perfect evening on balcony. And then.

Then two pagers came racing up the road towards the intersection. "Man, once again something going on in the hill," I thought to myself. "Probably Lampedusa or something." I just had the pliers on a sausage that was a tiny bit dark - there stopped the first Peter car with squealing tires five meters to the right of my balcony. Höm? The second police car came crashing in and stopped noisily on the other side of the balcony. Perplexed, I stared at the countless police officers who were leaking out of the paged cars. At that moment a huge fire engine with siren turned around the corner and held exactly in the gap between the emergency vehicles. That was the moment when I sought salvation in flight between the rosemary. Vain. And now I was on my way to the front door. The kid always next to me.

I open the door and a flood of black uniforms pour into our hallway. "Did you call?" I am asked by the officer. "No. I did NOT call. What's going on? "The whole thing is getting crazier. "Do you have gas in this house?" I am a plumber's daughter by heart and have also welded a heating pipe - but with the state Inquisition about the installations in this 10-party old building, I feel just a bit overwhelmed. I look stupid.

The police officer helps me on the jumps: "A neighbor has called. One noticed strong gas smell. That's why you should not press the buzzer. "I assure you that we did not notice anything in this direction. I cross my arms in front of my chest and realize, however, that I still have the barbecue tongs in my hand. She is pink. And she also falls directly to one of the officials. "Have you barbecued?", I am interrogated. "Um, yes ... we just started. Haha ... so very short.It's going to be weird too.

Then there's movement in the friends and helpers. You would have to check the whole house. I pick up on my eve TV skills and ask the officer if I should go to my apartment in order and wait for further instructions. She is discussing the next steps with her colleagues and murmuring to me only a short "Yes!".

I scurry up the stairs, pike into the apartment and throw the door behind me. Then I spurted onto the balcony and started frantically to remove the grill food from the kettle grill. "What are you doing there?", The man wants to know. I will not be distracted and tear the sausages in a record speed from the gridiron. Two fifty feet below me are six firefighters, watching me with interest. Oh God! If they all really came just because of me and the pink grill? How awful!

I put the lid on the grill and pretend that nothing is going on. With a little inconspicuous wagging, the smoke can be distributed quite well. The firefighters are still staring up at me. I smile down, hide the - lost! - Barbecue tongs behind my back and sweat. Strong. "Where is the child?" The man asks. "Why, is not he here?" - "Nope," says the man.

I hurry to the front door and tear it open. Five surprised police officer faces stare at me. "Sorry," I say. "Did you perhaps see a little boy? About forty tall? "I interpret the size with my hand. Now the officials look stupid. I cut short the procedure and bellow full maternal authority in the hallway "H. are you up there? Come down right now! "From the fifth floor, a voice announces" Yes, Mama! ". The little boy makes his way through the police and fire department and trots guiltily into the apartment. I close the door. Dad speaks a few loud but well-spoken words with the child.

We hear the clerks ring each door and check the situation. I retire to the balcony. The firefighters are still staring up at me. I keep smiling down, winning. Then it rings for us.

The man opens the door. Six firefighters board our living room. That suddenly seems surprisingly small. We are asked if we smell the smell of gas and we answer truthfully that we have not noticed anything like that. Because we are asked to present our grill lighter. I angel the 100-piece container (how embarrassing!) From the floor and hand over the can to the firefighters.Out of course, one taps on the fact that we have used these eco lighters who smoke so always.His colleague explains to him that we the whole The man throws himself in the breach and explains to the gentlemen wordily and in color the difference between grilling lighters and the smell of gas. "I get weak." I remember that I only use firefighters as a striping machine. But not in my living room and no: you do not start to strip, they are real and I feel weirdly guilty

At some point the rescuers, protectors, Berger and Extinguish our apartment again, I wave my hand and the man pushes a glass of white wine into it, I'm not good at all.

The doorbell rings again the door, it's the police. The officers do not come in, but stay at the door. "As a suspected cause of the operation, I have to record your personal details," the official says to me. His three blond colleagues block the escape route. "Your ID card, please." I get my wallet out of my pocket and give my ID to the officer. "He ran out," I whine.But actually you would have to spend each of us a sausage for the whole effort. "I hesitate. "Oh, if only the sausages were finished!" It explodes. The officials laugh. The policeman hands me back my identity card and whispers to me "Do not worry, there will not be any bill or anything." Then you shut the door and I stand alone in the hallway with my ID. I'm beyond hunger.

The man hands me a schnapps, stands in front of the kettle grill, removes the lid and throws the sausages back on the gridiron. Downstairs, the firefighters are packing up. My steak, which I unfortunately forgot in the hurry on the grill, is dead-grilled.

I have a pink barbecue tongs in my hand. I'll be tomorrow 39.

For those who need refreshing after similar tricky situations, or just plain harmless and very fond of eating cakes in the summer, I have a great, light, low carb cheesecake recipe. The cake is basic, but pimps great with the strawberry rosemary topping. After that everything just looks better. Promised.

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Here comes the recipe for a deliciously refreshing low carb cheesecake with strawberry & rosemary quark

750g low-fat quark with 6 egg yolks , 2 sachets of custard powder , 1 pinch of salt , 1/2 teaspoon ground vanilla , peeled peel and juice 1/2 lemon , 6 tablespoons xylitol (or any other sweetener of your choice) and Mix 1 teaspoon baking powder very well.

6 egg whites stiff and untreated Lift the quark mixture.

Fill 2/3 of the mold or silicone mold with baking paper . Bake at 160 ° C 45-50 minutes . Cool in the oven, remove from the mold and put in the refrigerator.

Before serving 150 g of strawberries with 1 point lemon juice , Puree 1l of xylitol (or sweetener of your choice) and 6 rosemary needles . Mix with 250 g skimmed quark . Put some of the quark on the cake and garnish with strawberries. Add the rest of the quark.

Tip: Highly loyal low carvers do without the strawberries and mix the quark for topping with vanilla and lemon juice, grated peel and some sweetener to taste.

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