Strawberry Cheesecake Banana Pudding

In a trifle dish or 9×13-inch pan, layer vanilla wafers on the bottom.

• Add a layer of bananas and strawberries.

• Spread a layer of cheesecake pudding mixture on top.

• Repeat layers until all ingredients are used, finishing with cream mixture on top.

• Chill & Serve

  • Refrigerate at least 4 hours (or overnight) before serving for best flavor.

  • Garnish with crushed wafers, extra fruit, or whipped cream.

    Strawberry Cheesecake Banana Pudding – Creamy, Fruity & Irresistible

    Take classic banana pudding and give it a bakery-worthy twist with strawberries and cheesecake filling. This Strawberry Cheesecake Banana Pudding is a no-bake dessert that layers sweet vanilla wafers, fresh fruit, silky cheesecake cream, and banana pudding into a dessert that’s as beautiful as it is delicious.

    It’s perfect for potlucks, family gatherings, or holidays — and the best part is that it’s made ahead of time, so all the flavors have a chance to meld together into one irresistible bite.

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    🍓 Strawberry Cheesecake Banana Pudding Recipe

    Ingredients

    • 1 (8 oz) block cream cheese, softened

    • 1 (14 oz) can sweetened condensed milk

    • 1 (5 oz) box instant vanilla pudding mix

    • 2 cups cold milk

    • 1 tsp vanilla extract

    • 1 (12 oz) container whipped topping, thawed

    • 3 bananas, sliced

    • 2 cups fresh strawberries, sliced

    • 1 box vanilla wafers (about 11 oz)

    • Optional garnish: crushed wafers, extra fruit, or whipped cream

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