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Personal Narrative: Chocolate Chip Cheesecake
Velvety, rich, decadent cheesecake speckled with sweet morsels of cookie dough and bursts of mini chocolate morsels. The whole thing on a chocolatey, buttery crust. Garnished with sweet whipped cream and more chocolate morsels. This recipe to combine two of my all-time favorites: cheesecake for the adult in me and chocolate chip cookie dough for the little kid in me. Sign me up for a cookie dough cheesecake. I pretty much stuffed this desserts into my mouth that how good it
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