Well, with Frank’s death last week we are leaving Boston behind and headed back to the Highlands, and the Manse. As Claire, Roger, and Brianna search the Reverend’s voluminous study for proof that Jamie lives, Mrs. Graham’s granddaughter will be in the kitchen, whipping up favourites like Fiona’s Cinnamon Scones.
“A pound of best butter—that’s what you told me to ask for, and I did, but I kept wondering whether there was such a thing as second-best butter, or worst butter—” Brianna was handing over wrapped packages to Fiona, laughing and talking at once.
“Well, and if ye got it from that auld rascal Wicklow, worst is what it’s likely to be, no matter what he says,” Fiona interrupted. “Oh, and ye’ve got the cinnamon, that’s grand! I’ll make cinnamon scones, then; d’ye want to come and watch me do it?”
“Yes, but first I want supper. I’m starved!” Brianna stood on tiptoe, sniffing hopefully in the direction of the kitchen. “What are we having—haggis?”
“Haggis! Gracious, ye silly Sassenach—ye dinna have haggis in the spring! Ye have it in the autumn when the sheep are killed.” “
Am I a Sassenach?” Brianna seemed delighted at the name.
“Of course ye are, gowk. But I like ye fine, anyway.”
Voyager, Chapter 3, “Frank and Full Disclosure”
Original Outlander Kitchen post from December 2011: http://outlanderkitchen.com/2011/12/21/fionas-cinnamon-scones-from-voyager-for-christmas-morning/
More information about Outlander Kitchen: The Official Outlander Companion Cookbook. http://outlanderkitchen.com/outlander-kitchen-cookbook/