Outlander Kitchen

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

Archive for the month “June, 2012”

Outlander Herbal Guest Post – Thyme

Late spring was planting time.  The basket on Mrs. Fitz’s arm carried a profusion of garlic cloves, the source of the summer’s crop.  The plump dame handed me the basket, along with a digging stick for planting.  Apparently I had lazed about the castle long enough; until Colum found some use for me, Mrs. Fitz could always find work for an idle hand.

“Her, m’dear.  Do ye set ‘em here along the south side, between the thyme and foxglove.”  She showed me how to divide the tough casing, then how to plant them.  It was simple enought, just poke each clove into the ground, blund end down, buried about an inch and a half below the surface.  She got up, dusting her voluminous skirts.

Diana Gabaldon, Outlander (Chapter 6 – Colum’s Hall)

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Laoghaire’s Whisky Sour & The Winner!

“It’s true!”  She whirled toward Jamie, fists clenched against the cloak she still wore.  “It’s true!  It’s the Sassenach witch!  How could ye do such a thing to me, Jamie Fraser?”

“Be still, Laoghaire!”  he snapped.  “I’ve done nothing to ye!”

I sat up against the wall, clutching the quilt to my bosom and staring.  It was only when he spoke her name that I recognized her.  Twenty-odd years, ago, Laoghaire MacKenzie had been a slender sixteen-year-old, with rose-petal skin, moonbeam hair and a violent — and unrequited — passion for Jamie Fraser.  Evidently, a few things had changed.

She was nearing forty and no longer slender, having thickened considerably.  The skin was still fair, but weathered, and stretched plumply over cheeks flushed with anger.  Strands of ashy hair straggled out from under her respectable white kertch.  The pale blue eyes were the same, though — they turned on me again, with the same expression of hatred I had seen in them long ago.

“He’s mine!” she hissed.  She stamped her foot.  “Get ye back to the hell that ye came from, and leave him to me!  Go, I say!”

Diana Gabaldon, Voyager (Chapter 34 – Daddy)

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Outlander Glass Pendant for DIY Saturday – Guest Post

Happy weekend Outlanders!  What are you up to over the next couple of days?  Some of you will say chores, others shopping, but I expect a great number of you are also thinking of heading out to a movie – Disney’s BRAVE, perhaps?

I don’t know of an Outlander fan who hasn’t been drawn to Princess Merida’s ginger locks and fiery feminism.  She must remind us of someone.

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Gypsy Stew from Outlander

I was cautious, but we were welcomed with expansive motions, and invited to share the Gypsies’ dinner.  It smelt delicious – some sort of stew – and I eagerly accepted the invitation, ignoring Murtagh’s dour speculations as to the basic nature of the beast that had provided the stewmeat.

They spoke little English, and less Gaelic; we conversed largely in gestures, and a sort of bastard tongue that owed its parentage largely to French.  It was warm and companionable in the caravan where we ate; men and women and children all ate casually from bowls, sitting wherever they could find space, dipping the succulent stew up with chunks of bread.  It was the best food I had had in weeks, and I ate until my sides creaked.  I could barely muster breath to sing, but did my best, humming along in the difficult spots, and leaving Murtagh to carry the tunes.

Diana Gabaldon, Outlander (Chapter 34 – Dougal’s Story)

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Hendricks Cucumber Gin

Today, I have the honour of introducing Outlander Kitchen’s next guest post!  From Outlander fan and OK friend, Kate Johnston.

And what better topic, so close to the weekend — especially when there’s a guest in the kitchen — than Scottish booze?!

Alas, Kate is taking a different turn today, instead of focusing on whisky, she’s got a little tale about a lesser known tipple, hailing from the south-western seaside village of Girvan, Scotland…a wonderful distillation known, most simply, as Hendrick’s.

And now, without further ado, I give you Kate’s Cucumber Gin…(don’t forget to leave her some love at the end, to let her know how you liked it!)

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photo by Hindsight Bride

Ah Scotland, the beloved land of majestic hieland mountains, rugged beautiful coastlines, men in kilts (lest we forget) and Hendrick’s Cucumber Gin. Och aye, ye heard me right. Cucumber Gin. I was pleasantly surprised to learn that Scotland is one of the worlds largest producers of gin and has been doing so since the early 1700′s. And let me tell you, all that practice has paid off.

My insatiable appetite (addiction) for all things Scottish (thank you DG), lead my first experience with Hendrick’s to be quaffing it down, ice cold from a shot glass. And after three or six (I don’t remember), It did produce the pleasing result of fuzzy extremities and lowered inhibitions. As fun as that does sound (and it was), I wouldn’t recommend using this high quality libation for such a purpose.

After another day of further experimentation I realized,  this gin is special. Enjoyed at room temperature over ice, with a cucumber slice or two, the smooth, fresh and crisp taste of this gin is fantastic. The sharpness of the juniper berry (that is present in other popular gins like Tangueray and London Dry) is instead mild and accompanied by the freshness of cucumber, a mellow citrus and slightly sweet rose petal flavor that blossoms over your tongue.

This is a sipping gin. At HendricksGin.com, there are many recipes for cucumber gin cocktails, and while quality ingredients make for a quality drink, I feel this gin really shines on its own.

It’s handcrafted in small batches and priced slightly higher than the average gin. It should be enjoyed on your backyard deck or patio, during the warm summer months to come. I can imagine our dear Lord John doing just so, feet up, relaxing. Being served a tall cool glass by his faithful Manoke.

Perhaps you would like to try it the way HRH Prince Charles Duke of Rothesay does? In a large ice filled chalice with slices of cucumber and a splash of tonic. I found a squeeze of lemon or lime to be wonderful as well. You don’t have to be a dyed-in-the-wool gin fan to enjoy this delightful and refreshing taste experience.

And while Hendrick’s Cucumber Gin may not conjure amorous thoughts of snuggling up in a warm plaid with a tall, red-heided highlander in front of a glowing peat fire, it is one gift from Scotland you really shouldn’t miss out on.

cucumber gin

photo by uggboy

Thanks very much, Kate!  I’m going to have to hunt down a bottle for myself.

If you have a topic that you think Outlander Kitchen readers would be interested in, please drop me a line to outlanderkitchen(at)shaw(dot)ca — I’d love to hear from you!

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