Talk about a dessert that delivers,
this divine cheesecake takes…well, takes the cake! Whether you’re hosting the
party or on board to bring something tasty, this dressed up treat will make
heads turn, and mouths water. Perfect for holiday gatherings or celebrations,
with a total prep and bake time of 5 hours and 30 minutes (includes
refrigeration), this cheesecake easily serves a crowd of sixteen of your
closest cohorts.
Toblerone Caramel Cheesecake1¼ cups Oreo Baking Crumbs
¼ cup butter, melted
3 packages (250 g/8.82 ounces each) brick cream cheese, softened
¾ cup packed brown sugar
1 tablespoon vanilla
3 eggs
⅓ cup caramel ice cream topping
1 bar (100 g/3.52 ounces) Toblerone
Swiss Milk Chocolate, coarsely chopped
Preheat oven to 350° F.
Mix crumbs and butter in a small
bowl. Press mixture onto bottom of 9-inch springform pan.
Beat cream cheese, sugar, and
vanilla in large bowl with electric mixer until well blended. Add eggs, 1 at a
time, mixing on low speed after each just until blended. Pour over crust.
Bake 40-45 minutes or until center is
almost set. Run knife around rim of pan to loosen cake. Cool cake before
removing rim. Refrigerate 4 hours.
Spread caramel topping over
cheesecake just before serving. Garnish with chopped chocolate. Enjoy!
While you’re waiting for the cheesecake to
set in the fridge, take some well-deserved ‘me time’ along with a peek at my
latest time travel release.
True
freedom happens only when you choose to be free.
Eleven-year-old Drake Bailey is an
analytical thinker and the genius of the Timekeeper crew. However, no logic or
mathematical acumen can change the color of his skin, or prepare him for this
third Timekeeper mission in antebellum Georgia. To survive, Drake must learn to
play the role of a plantation slave and when confronted with the brutality, hatred,
and racism of the deep south, he’ll have to strategically keep one move ahead
of his sadistic captors to ensure his lineage continues.
In
a dark world of Voodoo, zombies, and ritualistic sacrifice, the Timekeepers
must ensure a royal bloodline survives. Can Drake remove both literal and
figurative chains to save both himself and a devout slave girl from a terrible
fate? If he can’t summon the necessary courage, humanity could stand to lose
one of its greatest leaders.
EXCERPT
Suddenly, a radiant white
light beamed from the archway like a lighthouse beacon. Drake hooded his eyes.
Amanda grimaced, cradled her stomach, and fell to her knees. Perspiration
beaded across her forehead while she fumbled for the Timekeepers’ log in her
purse. Amanda pulled a thin, pencil-like writing instrument Lilith called a
crystal chalkis out of the log’s spine, and opened the log. Her left hand
jumped across the page, scrawling at an incredible rate. Amanda’s breathing
became labored. She tossed the crystal chalkis and Timekeepers’ log aside, and
lurched to vomit across the lawn.
“What the—” Jordan crouched to
steady her. “Amanda? Are…are you okay?”
Treena heaved. “Oh, I don’t do
pity puke well.”
“Neither do I,” Ravi said,
puffing his cheeks. “I can’t unsee or unhear that.”
A sharp whoosh—like the sound
of a spaceship’s door opening on a science fiction television show—made Drake
glance into the archway. Lilith appeared with her arms open wide, and a slight
halo around her slim body. The shimmering, dark blue sleeveless dress she wore
billowed as if a great force rolled in behind her.
“Greetings, Time...” Her sea
blue eyes widened. “Amanda, let what you feel pass. They are old emotions
embedded into the vibration of your new mission.”
“Embedded emotions?” Drake
asked. “Is that like those haunted imprints we experienced in our last
Timekeeper mission?”
Melody grabbed the garden hose
and rushed over to Amanda. “John, please turn on the tap.”
“Hang in there, Amanda, the
cool water will make you feel better,” the Prof said.
Lilith clasped her hands
together, and nodded, making the numerous quartz crystals holding up her blond
hair quiver. “Yes, Drake, but worse. These haunted imprints go deeper.”
A terrible ache spiked through
Drake’s stomach. He picked up the opened Timekeepers’ log, swallowed hard, and
read aloud, “April 8th,
1855—Fields of blood bathe the deep south’s soil as a race of people continue
to toil. Broken in body, but not in soul, they wait for a King to make them all
whole.”
Drake stuffed the crystal
chalkis into the spine of the Timekeepers’ log. He imagined wearing the
standard issue red uniform of a crewman in his favorite space show. The crewman
who always gets killed by the end of the episode. Was this a call of duty or a
suicide mission? Drake’s belly burned. Now he wanted to puke too.
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