Outlander Kitchen

Historical and Character-Inspired Food from the fictional world of Diana Gabaldon.

16 May 2013

Back to the Beginning – Rolls with Pigeon and Truffles

(Find the complete, original post on Outlander Kitchen – October 21, 2011)

“You think the man Young Ian followed has something to do with Sir Percival’s warning?” I lifted a cover on the supper tray that had just been delivered and sniffed appreciatively; it seemed a very long time since Moubray’s stew.

Jamie nodded, picking up a sort of hot stuffed roll.

“I should be surprised if he had not,” he said dryly. “While there’s likely more than one man willing to do me harm, I canna think it likely that gangs o’ them are roaming about Edinburgh.” He took a bite and chewed industriously, shaking his head.

“Nay, that’s clear enough, and nothing to be greatly worrit over.”

“It’s not?” I took a small bite of my own roll, then a bigger one. “This is delicious. What is it?”

Jamie lowered the roll he had been about to take a bite of, and squinted at it. “Pigeon minced wi’ truffles, “ he said, and stuffed it into his mouth whole.

“No,” he said, and paused to swallow. “No,” he said again, more clearly. “That’s likely just a matter of a rival smuggler. There are two gangs that I’ve had a wee bit of difficulty with now and then.” He waved a hand, scattering crumbs, and reached for another roll.

Diana Gabaldon, Voyager, (Seal Books, 1994)

Posted in Voyager and tagged diana gabaldon, morel, outlander kitchen, pigeon, quail, sausage roll, truffles, voyager

13 May 2013

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Prince Tearlach’s All-Scottish Penne Carbonara

He was a sturdy, good-looking lad, with thick, light-brown hair curling loose upon his shoulders, and a fair face, cheeks flushed red with cold and exertion. His nose was running slightly, and he wiped it with the back of his wrapped hand, wincing slightly as he did so.Jamie, both eyebrows raised, bowed politely to the visitor.

“My house is at your service, Your Highness,” he said, with a glance that took in the general disorder of the visitor’s attire. His stock was undone and hung loosely around his neck, half his buttons were done up awry, and the flies of his breeches flopped partially open. I saw Jamie frown slightly at this, and he moved unobtrusively in front of the boy, to screen me from the indelicate sight.

“If I may present my wife, Your Highness?” he said. “Claire, my lady Broch Tuarach. Claire, this is His Highness, Prince Charles, son of King James of Scotland.”

Diana Gabaldon, Dragonfly in Amber (Chapter 11 – Useful Occupations)

Our first meeting with BPC – @ the Castle Pub, Inverness

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Posted in Beyond the Books, Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager and tagged carbonara, invergarry castle, loch oich, pasta, penne, prince charlie, prince tearlach, scottish, the young pretender

11 May 2013

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Looking for Outlander – One Fan’s Scottish Adventure – Part I

Moored on Loch Dochfour – the last stop before Loch Ness

It was after nine when we arrived, and the guide Frank had called for was awaiting us on the edge of the loch with a small sailing skiff.

“An’ it suits ye, sir, I thought we’d take a wee sail down the loch-side to Urquhart Castle. Perhaps we’ll sup a bit there, before goin’ on.” The guide, a dour-looking little man in weather-beaten cotton shirt and twill trousers, stowed the picnic hamper tidily beneath the seat, and offered me a callused hand down into the well of the boat.

Diana Gabaldon, Outlander (Chapter 2 – Standing Stones)

Posted in Beyond the Books, Outlander and tagged clava cairns, great glen, highlands, loch ness, monster, outlander, scotland, urquhart castle

26 Apr 2013

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Jura – The Weekend Whisky Write-Up

She stretched out her hand toward the table by her chair, not bothering to look. She didn’t need to; the butler set down a crystal tumbler softly, just where her fingers would touch it. Her hand closed around it, and she lifted it, passing it under her nose and sniffing, eyes closed in sensual delight.

“There’s a good bit left of it yet. A great deal more than I can guzzle by myself, I’ll tell ye!” She opened her eyes and smiled, lifting the tumbler toward us. “To you, nephew, and your dear wife – may ye find this house home! Slàinte!

Slàinte mharl” Jamie answered, and we all drank.

It was good whisky; smooth as buttered silk and heartening as sunshine. I could feel it hit the pit of my stomach, take root, and spread up my backbone.

Diana Gabaldon, Drums of Autumn (Chapter 10 – Jocasta)

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Posted in Beyond the Books and tagged jura, scotland, single malt, superstition, whisky

15 Apr 2013

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Garlic & Sage Sausage from A Breath of Snow and Ashes

“Well d’ye see, Auntie,” Ian said carefully, “we do mean to question the fellow.”

“And we will have answers,” Fergus said, eyes on the spoon with which he was stirring his coffee.

“And when Uncle Jamie is satisfied that he has told us what he can…”

Ian had laid his newly sharpened knife on the table beside his plate. He picked it up, and thoughtfully drew it down the length of a cold sausage, which promptly split open, with an aromatic burst of sage and garlic. He looked up then, and met my eyes directly. And I realized that while I might still be me — Ian was no longer the boy he used to be. Not at all.

Diana Gabaldon, A Breath of Snow and Ashes (Chapter 30 – The Captive)

garlic sage sausage caseless