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- One year ago: Coconut Cream Pie Bars
- Two years ago: Bailey’s Hazelnut Chocolate Tiramisu
- Three years ago: Chocolate Coconut Cream Pie Bars
- Four years ago: Bright, Fun Blackberry Trifle
- Five years ago: Vegan Pumpkin Nut Bread
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