I was very hungry; I had had nothing to eat since a hasty breakfast of rough parritch and boiled mutton, made soon after dawn at a posthouse in Dundaff. I had one last sandwich remaining in my pocket , but had been reluctant to eat it in the coach, under the curious gaze of my fellow travelers.
I pulled it out and carefully unwrapped it. Peanut butter and jelly on white bread, it was considerably the worse for wear, with the purple stains of the jelly seeping through the limp bread, and the whole thing mashed into a flattened wodge. It was delicious.
Diana Gabaldon, Voyager (Chapter 24 – A. Malcolm, Printer)
Happy 96th Birthday, Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp Randall Fraser!
I knew it was coming, but I’m afraid I ran out of time to bake a cake.
Instead, I threw together this PB&J…I know you’ve probably had a craving or two since your last one. I added extra jelly, just the way you like it, and I know a nice hot cup of tea will be welcome to wash it down.
Before I go, I’ll just nab that plastic wrap from you…
If you’re on Twitter, please take a moment to wish Claire a happy birthday today!
Tag your tweets on Monday with #HappyBDayClaire, especially between 8-10 pm in your local time zone, and let’s make this a celebration seen around the globe!
(And if you really want to make cake, there’s always a Cupcake Craigh na Dun, Claire’s Unofficial birthday cake…)