In those far off days of weddings, 'kitchen teas' and stag parties I made a "rolling pin"....
I hadn't done too much themed entertaining as yet and thought of all appropriate pre wedding party things to make and do...you know we played silly games like drinking wine from a babies potty (the old fashioned ones with a handle, rather like a jug)as a forfeit whenever someone thought the bride-to-be needed to pay!!!
Well, along with the other food the piece de resistance (literally) was this Swiss Roll with chocolate 'custard' filling, ganche icing and marzipan fashioned handles....my idea was a spin off on that old one that 'the wife would wait at the door with the rolling pin when husband came home late after a night out with the boys'.....
Yeah! OK, we were very young!
I tried to get the Swiss Roll right about 3 times, eventually opting for the second attempt. I made the filling twice, each seemed sweeter and sicklier than the other so I used both of them. The handles worked a dream, both chocolate marbled and shapely but it took ages to do. The ganche worked well, I got my sister to help here. It took three days to get right!
I set this wonderous creation on a tray and sprinkled icing sugar and chocolate sprinkle spread around the rolling pin and then searched for a place to hide it as I wanted to bring it out at the appropriate "ooh and ahh!" time.
In those days of very little furniture, small toddlers and a retriever that sat all floppy and adorable, with tongue lolling, just looking longingly at food and it seemed to dissappear, I had a hard time deciding where to stow it.... finally settled on putting it under the kingsize double bed...right in the middle....the bed was very low, as was often the case in those days, one could barely get a broom under it to sweep...which I did before stowing the cake there by up-ending the bed on one side first....I thought I was ever so clever.....
Well, needless to say came the time I asked a friend to pop down to the bedroom and collect the cake from under the bed...She came back totally non-plussed and said "sorry, no cake anywhere, nothing at all"...I said it must be there, pleease look UNDER the bed she came back with an empty tray...
That darn dog, how he did it is quite beyond me...and not a speck of icing sugar or ANY crumb left!!!!