slapped together
This evening I happily announced to Jeremy that we didn’t have any more desserts. He asked about a tupperware full of chocolate-looking things in the refrigerator. This guy – this guy who can’t find a jar of mustard when it’s smack in front of him in the refrigerator somehow knew there was something chocolaty in the back? He was right, of course. I had leftover chocolate roulade, and then I found some Grand Marnier buttercream, oh and some leftover chocolate glaze…
layer roulade with buttercream with roulade with buttercream and glaze
top it off with something fresh, something fruity – et voilà
