I won't give a recipe as there are dozens out there and basically it's just a chocolate sponge with a layer of ganache. Andrew was chief pig maker although I was responsible for wielding the cocktail stick for nostrils & navels.
|Making the pigs|
|Not bad for a first attempt|
|Back in the pond|
|Advanced doggy paddle|
|Who needs a towel?|
|Timbers from HMS Impregnable & HMS Hindustan were used in the 1920's rebuild|
|The store is built around three light wells|
|Andrew & his neice lost in admiration|
but Andrew's sister did buy some of these stunning glass dishes.
Relunctantly I left the store empty-handed, as I did after a look round Choccywoccydodah's. Forget the elegant chocolatieres of France, this shop is a full visual onslaught. First the decor.
And then these fabulous, over the top chocolate creations.
Rachael (our neice & Andrew's god-daughter) has many skills but our favourite is that she is a trained mixologist (she can make great cocktails). So in need of a pick me up after walking the pavements of London, she volunteered to make us mojitos. There was a bit of a discussion between her & Andrew as to the ingredients of the aforementioned cocktail, you should have seen the look of disgust when he said he uses soda water. Oh how wrong he is! The 'lengthener' (what I would call the mixer element) is not soda or tonic but crushed ice. I have to say they were the best mojitos we had ever tasted.
|Courtyard at The Folly|
And finally home, where Mortimer helped Andrew to unwrap his presents.