Cheescake - sorry no recipe

Right now I am experiencing one of the greatest pleasures I have ever known. I am having some of my mother's cheesecake. I guess, by definition, it is actually a "cheese pie" but whatever, it is so good. Though I'm sure they didn't have this recipe in ancient times, I always imagined that the first cheesecakes must've tasted this good and the recipe was lost to all but my mother's family and passed down through the generations. For those of you who haven't read the Time Scout books or learned about the history of cheesecake elsewhere, it was invented by the Greeks a long time ago. I've read that the athletes would eat it before the Olympic games but if I'm correct about it tasting like my mom's, then it must have been the prize (in addition to staying alive till the next Olympic games).
My dad never liked my mom's cheescake. When I was young, I just thought he had a great deal of self-control when she'd pass out plates and he wouldn't take one. It turns out that he doesn't like any cheesecake (even the best one), something I will never understand but have come to appreciate. There are a lot of reasons I love my parents, too many to count (and I'm not just saying that). But the things I can think of most right now are my mom's delicious cheesecake and the fact that my dad always gives me his share. What fantastic parents I have!