I have made many jelly rolls in my life. Usually, it’s a white cake outside with seedless raspberry jam in the middle. I like to make them because they are spring-like and lovely.
This year, for Easter, I decided to be adventurous, and try a chocolate jelly roll.
The pressure was on, because the in-laws were here, so I made my desserts and breakfast rolls from scratch. I lost track of things in the middle of the chocolate roll, and it didn’t turn out the way I would have liked.
In fact, it looked, as you can see, like a giant pile of poo.
And so when my family sat down to eat, they stared in horror admired this creation before them, what one christened, “the Easter turd.” “We think,” another said, “the Easter bunny left a little something behind.”
It seems we have a new tradition. It was, after sliced and on plates, quite delicious as it’s filled with chocolate pudding and coated with a chocolate glaze. I may, on the other hand, never make it again.
Week three of my diet and right now I’d pretty much eat the peanuts out of elephant dung, given half a chance.
Your chocolate concoction has me drooling. Literally drooling.
You know, when you posted the photo the other day, that was my first thought.
Every year for Christmas, Pete makes a buche de noel (Yule Log), which is a fancy way of saying “a jelly roll that’s saturated with chocolate, cream, and butter.” The first few years, it looked like a pile of poop. Then Pete started getting creative. He added a “stump” to the log, then the next year added another. Then he started “forking” the frosting to look like bark. Then he added meringue mushrooms and powdered sugar snow.
I bow to Pete’s creativity. And I’m totally up for anything saturated in chocolate, cream and butter. Poor Dwight. That’ll just kill him.
Oh, you HAVE to post the recipe for the Easter Turd. =) After hearing what’s in it…I am absolutely dying to try it!
Poo jokes around my house are golden (for better or worse)! This thing is a classic. I think it’s a sweet suprise when something tastes 700% better than it looks.
I dare ya to eat the chocolate poo.
Reminds me of the trailer for *Baby Mamma*:
“Is this poop or chocolate” (mom looking at brown mess on her kid’s arm)
(she licks the mess…)
“Chocolate!”
Dang! I was so sure I was right. It is unfair that you didn’t give us a depth perception-type picture. Since it looked flat to me. And it is all about me, don’t forget!