Highland Coffees for Hogmany from Outlander book The Fiery Cross

Highland Coffees for Hogmanay

"Eleven-fifty," Brianna declared, popping into the surgery after me, her own cloak over her arm.  "I just checked Mr. Guthrie's watch."

"Plenty of time.  Are ye coming with me, then?"  Roger grinned at Bree, seeing her cloak.

"Are you kidding?  I haven't been out after midnight in years."  She grinned back at him, swirling the cloak around her shoulders.  "Got everything?"

"All but the salt."  Roger nodded toward a canvas bag on the counter.  A firstfoot was to bring gifts to the house:  an egg, a faggot of wood, a bit of salt -- and a bit of whisky, thus insuring that the household would not lack for necessities during the coming year.

The Fiery Cross, chapter 35

Oops! That bottle of Glenmorangie looks like it made the rounds with Roger -- to the big house and beyond -- and made it back just in time, a little worse for wear.

But that's just what happens when a bottle of single malt magically appears around here at holiday time.

It disappears rather quickly -- no sleight of hand required.


And while Claire would have preferred hers neat, Frank his with ice, and Brianna none at all (give her a few years...it took me until 40), I can imagine Jamie at Lallybroch, leaving the Hogmanay celebrations in the parlor for the quiet of the laird's study, Ian at his side.  Jenny pops in with a tray of coffee and cream, the good stuff is brought out from its hiding place on the bookshelf, and the 3 of them enjoy a wee nip together in the last few moments of the year...

...and then my Englishman's voice calls me back to my 21st Century reality, here on our little island in the Pacific Northwest.  Which, while not the Highlands, is -- I'm canny enough to know -- a pretty fabulous place to live.

Many thanks to everyone who has dropped by Outlander Kitchen over the past 2 months...it's been a blast, and it's only just begun!  Here's to a safe, happy and prosperous New Year for us all.

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