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Cheesecake I Can Actually Eat

After a week and a half into my renewed attempt to trim down (I've lost three pounds, by the way), I am missing things like cookies and ice cream. So, I found this recipe for a low-carb cheesecake that has no sugar. It's not low in fat, necessarily, but with a low-carb diet, fat isn't the issue. When your body isn't filled with starchy sugary things to process, it can process fat and get rid of it instead of storing it.

I wasn't sure about this cake because sometimes stuff like this can taste like a plate full of chemicals or leave the aftertaste of one, but I give this sugar-free dessert my approval.

Low Carb Ricotta Cheesecake
Serves 12 (per serving: calories, 299; fat, 28 grams; carbs, 7 grams

24 ounces cream cheese, softened
1 cup extra-fine whole milk ricotta cheese (to refine, process in a food processor for 1 minute)
1/2 cup sour cream
1 1/2 cups sugar substitute (recommended: Splenda)
1/3 cup heavy cream
1 tablespoon no sugar added vanilla extract
1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice
2 eggs
3 egg yolks

Preheat oven to 400 degrees F.

Spray the springform pan with nonstick vegetable oil cooking spray. Set aside. In a shallow roasting pan big enough to fit the cake pan, pour about 1-inch of water and place it on the center rack of the oven to preheat.

In the bowl of an electric mixer, beat softened cream cheese, ricotta, sour cream and sugar substitute on low speed for about 1 minute until well blended.

In a separate bowl, using a wire whisk, mix heavy cream, vanilla, lemon juice, eggs, and egg yolks until blended.

Turn the mixer on medium speed, and slowly pour the egg mixture into the cream cheese mixture. Beat just until blended and then turn off; be careful not to over-whip.

Pour batter into the greased springform pan. Place pan into the heated water bath. Bake for 15 minutes, and then lower the oven temperature to 275 degrees F. Continue baking for 1 1/2 hours, or until top is light golden brown and cake is pulling away from the sides of the pan. Turn the oven off when finished cooking and leave the cake in the oven to cool for 3 more hours. (This will keep the cake nice and tall.) Then remove cake and refrigerate before serving. Serve chilled, and remember the golden rule: everything in moderation.

Comments

dive said…
Poo to moderation, Robyn! I want to eat ALL of that!
Yummy!
9:04 AM
Shan said…
Everything in moderation is my favorite way to go! Of course with my tendency toward a sweet tooth, I would like moderation to look more like an all you can eat dessert buffet.

Thanks for the recipe. I think cheesecake could pull of low carb much easier than so many other things. And I DO love it so!

Congrats on the weight loss! Your hard work is already paying off! :)
9:18 AM
Mark said…
Moderwho? I love that, Cheri.

Congrats on the 3# Robyn. And I'm sure you could find folks here happy to assist with taste-testing the cheesecake.

Btw, I like the winter hat, but I miss the Santa hat.
11:57 AM
RoverHaus said…
Who was it that said, "All things in moderation. Even moderation."?

Congrats on the three pounds!
12:24 AM
Ms Mac said…
This looks lovely. I've bookmarked it in my recipes folder for another day!
7:47 AM
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