Smoked Salmon Cheesecake

I grew up in a Jewish deli - raised in a pickle barrel, my mother would sometimes say. My father used to slice our home-smoked salmon as if he were Isaac Stern playing the violin, in between dispensing ‘Jewish lollipops’ - small slices of salmon - to the kids from King David School crowding the shop after school. I always hated the stuff when I was young; now, of course, when I have to pay for it just like everyone else, I find I really like it after all. When my mother was in hospital, I k