Jo’s Mum’s Cheesecake

I was a late convert to cheesecake. The first time I ever tried it was at my husband’s Grandma Dora’s weekly Shabbat tea. She was a wonderful baker with a true lightness of touch, but hers was a no-bake cheesecake. Being newlywed and somewhat unsure of my skills in the kitchen, this was something I felt brave enough to try. For years it was my centrepiece of choice, until the day I was at my friend Jo’s son’s first birthday tea, whereupon she presented a showstopper of a cheesecake that was