the size of a salami.
Be sure to leave “ears” at the sides of your Chocolate Salami roll so that you can twist them to tighten the roll later.
Move your salami roll close to the bottom of the parchment paper and roll it up tightly. Press in the end of the roll with your palms.
Twist the loose paper on the sides of your roll so that your Chocolate Salami will stay tightly rolled.
Place the salami roll in a Ziploc freezer bag.
Take out one-fourth of the remaining mixture in the bowl and make another salami roll.
Place it in the Ziploc freezer bag.
Use one-third of the remaining mixture to make a third roll. Place that in the Ziploc bag.
Use half of the remaining mixture to make a fourth roll and place it in the Ziploc bag.
Roll the remaining mixture for the 5th Chocolate Salami and place it in the bag.
Now you have 2 choices.
You can place the Chocolate Salami rolls in the refrigerator for 2 hours before serving or you can place the Chocolate Salami rolls in your freezer.
Chocolate Salami rolls placed in the refrigerator will keep up to 1 week.
Chocolate Salami rolls placed in the freezer will keep for up to 6 months.
If you put the rolls in the freezer, thaw a roll by placing it in the refrigerator overnight.
Yield: 5 salami-size rolls or 3 rolls the size of summer sausage.
These Chocolate Salami rolls or Chocolate Summer Sausage rolls are a novelty, but they also taste wonderful. They’re fun at parties that include children, even though it might mean getting dessert before dinner.
Wrap any leftovers and keep them in the refrigerator.
To serve, sprinkle powdered sugar over the rolls. Then slice with a sharp knife and arrange the slices on a platter.
Hannah’s 3rd Note: I serve my Chocolate Salami or Chocolate Summer Sausage rolls by placing the slices on top of vanilla wafer or vanilla cookies.
Chapter Sixteen
“I love this Chocolate Salami, Hannah,” Andrea said. “Is it hard to bake?”
“It’s not baked. It’s simply a matter of mixing it up together and making it into rolls on parchment paper.”
“Could I learn how to make it, Aunt Hannah?” Andrea’s oldest daughter, Tracey, asked.
“Me too, Antanna?” Bethie echoed.
“No problem. I’ll teach you some day after school. I have to make another batch for Bertie Straub anyway. She wants to serve them to her regulars down at the Cut ’n’ Curl.”
“These are dangerous, Hannah,” Doc said, taking another slice of Chocolate Salami from the plate. “I’ve never had dessert before dinner before.”
“Well, you’d better enjoy it because you may never have it again,” Delores commented. “I have to watch your cholesterol.”
“Don’t worry, Lori. I’m watching my own cholesterol,” Doc retorted, giving her a little hug.
Delores laughed. “I know you’re watching it. You’re watching it climb up the scale to an instant heart attack. No more Chocolate Salami for you!”
“Never?” Doc assumed a heart-broken expression.
“Well . . . not today.” Delores turned to Hannah. “When are we eating, dear?”
“Now is a good time,” Hannah said, rising from her chair. “Let’s go into the dining room. Michelle set the table.”
“And Lonnie brought flowers,” Michelle added. “Shall I carry in your champagne, Mother?”
“That would be nice, dear,” Delores said, handing Michelle her glass.
Doc got up and extended his hand to Delores, who took it and let him lead her into the dining room.
“The flowers are lovely,” Delores said, as she took her place next to Doc at the table. “Thank you, Lonnie.”
“Thank you for raising such a wonderful daughter,” Lonnie told her. “I would have gone crazy by now without Shelly.”
Hannah was secretly amused. Doc had called Delores Lori, and Lonnie had called Michelle Shelly. If Andrea and Bill were here, he’d probably be calling her Andy. Every Swensen female had a nickname except her. Why didn’t she have a nickname?
As soon as her mind provided the answer, Hannah began to smile. There were no standard nicknames for Hannah. Han wasn’t good and neither was Nah. Perhaps she was the lucky one in the family.
Then she thought of it and she shivered. Cookie. It was the nickname that Ross had called her. Should she be sad that she’d never hear him say it again? Or should she be grateful that he was gone for good?
“Why so serious?” Norman asked her.
“I was just thinking about something,” she answered without going into detail. “And I’m hoping that Mother likes my Lemon Glazed Chicken Breasts.”
“I’m sure she will.”
“Uh-oh!” Michelle said, startling everyone at the table. “Feet up, everybody! I just heard the cats