I don't mind a cracked cheesecake. It gives it a little more "authenticity" and doesn't impact the taste. It sends the message, "Hey, I made this thing and didn't stoop to buying it at Safeway."

I'm half Korean half Caucasian. I dealt with people like this growing up. My parents divorced so I moved a lot. When I was living mainland U.S. (Washington state), I was called a "gook" and a "chink". When I moved to Hawaii to live with my mom, I was called "haole (white) shit" by ironically enough, Koreans. …

Oh EVE.