Bakers Royale

You love cookies, you love cheesecake— heck you love dessert, so do I! Let’s celebrate it with a mash-up of two classics: chocolate chip cookies and cheesecake. What’s not love?

Chocolate Chip Cookie Cheesecake Bars

Here’s a question, have you ever been caught double fisting food like a toddler in a high chair or opening wide for a bite, by wide I mean, when your jaw becomes unhinged-not attractive.

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Chocolate Ginger Cheesecake Cups ~ Spice does in fact make everything nice when it comes to chocolate.

Chocolate Ginger Cheesecake Cups

These are fantastically easy to make and I love the way they present themselves in cupcake liner. Elegant and warm, these are perfect for any family gathering or holiday dinner.

I know I’m jumping way ahead, but if you know me you know I start Christmas shopping in June and I begin to panic when I see Halloween decorations out in August. Panic as in, I’m not even half way through Christmas shopping and the holidays are here.

Yes, those near and dear to me think I’m crazy. But I love being fully done with all my shopping and holiday crafting by the end of September; so that I can of course, do my holiday baking without anxiety. » Read the rest of this entry «

Oreo Cookies and Cream No-Bake Cheesecake ~ An adult dessert gets some kid lov’n with an Oreo crush.

Oreo Cookie and Cream No-Bake Cheesecake

What kid doesn’t love Oreos, right? But not every kid likes cheesecake. Please tell me I am not the only one that acquired a taste for cheesecake through the years.

In fact, I think my first bite of cheesecake was at a Cheesecake Factory when I was in high school. But maybe that had more to do with my parents being very strict, old world Asians. They convinced my siblings and me that American restaurants were for Americans, along with other weird ideas like makeup was to be worn when I was 30-something and boyfriends were had after college graduation. And by that I mean after I became a doctor.

Yeah, so much for parental influence.   Eventually we westernized my dad but never my mom. She’s still wondering which cult abducted me every night and returned me to my bed before the sun rose.

My sweet tooth and baking obsession as attributed by her is an American influence that she hopes to wash away with fish sauce.

Uh, good luck! I’ve entered Willy Wonka’s world and I never want to leave.   » Read the rest of this entry «