Outlander Kitchen

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

Archive for the month “June, 2012”

Claire’s Vegetable Stock from DOA

“When you make bashed neeps,” I said, “be sure to boil the tops along with the turnips.  Then save the pot liquor and give it to the children; you take some too — it’s good for your milk.” 

Maisri Buchanan pressed her smallest child to her breast and nodded solemnly, committing my advice to memory.  I could not persuade most of the new immigrants either to eat fresh greens or to feed them to their families, but now and then I found opportunity to introduce a bit of vitamin C surreptitiously into their usual diet — which consisted for the most part of oatmeal and venison.

Diana Gabaldon, Drums of Autumn (Chapter 70 - The Gathering)

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Dougal’s Poached Peach Sundae

“So you did it with Colum’s knowledge.  Was Letitia willing?” Knowing by now just what sort of ruthlessness they possessed, I wouldn’t put it past the brothers MacKenzie to have forced her.

Dougal nodded.  His anger had evaporated.

“Oh, aye, willing enough.  She didna fancy me particularly, but she wanted a child – enough to take me to her bed for the three months it took to start Hamish.  A boring job it was too,” Dougal added reflectively, scraping a bit of mud from his boot heel.  “I’d as soon swive a warm bowl of milk pudding.”

“And did you tell Colum that?”  I asked.  Hearing the edge in my voice, he looked up.  He regarded me levelly for a moment, then a faint smile lightened his face.

“No,” he said quietly.  “No, I didna tell him that.”  He looked down at his hands, turning them over as though looking for some secret hidden in the lines of his palms.

“I told him,” he said softly, not looking at me, “that she was tender and sweet as a ripe peach, and all that a man could want in a woman.”

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

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Baja Fish Tacos at the Celtic Festival in DOA

“Wow!” She walked round him in a circle, goggling.  “Roger, you are gorgeous!”  She smiled, a trifle lopsided.  “My mother always said men in kilts were irresistible.  I guess she was right.”

He saw her swallow hard, and wanted to hug her for her bravery, but she had already turned away, gesturing toward the main food area.

“Are you hungry?  I had a look while you were changing.  We’ve got our choice between octopus-on-a-stick, Baja fish tacos, Polish dogs–”

He took her arm and pulled her round to face him.

“Hey,” he said softly.  “I’m sorry; I wouldn’t have brought you if I’d know it would be a shock.”

“It’s all right.”  Her smile was better this time.  “It’s — I’m glad you brought me.”

“Truly?”

“Yeah.  Really.  It’s –” She waved helplessly at the tartan swirl of noise and color all around them.  It’s so — Scottish.”

Diana Gabaldon, Drums of Autumn (Chapter 4 – A Blast from the Past)

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