A Breath of Snow and Ashes

Claire’s Chewy Molasses Cookies

Claire’s Chewy Molasses Cookies

  “Yes, that’s what I’m afraid of,” I said, relinquishing it with some reluctance. “Just a taste, now— leave some for your daddy and grandda.”

He nodded, wordless, and licked the spoon with a long, slow swipe of the tongue, closing his eyes in ecstasy.

I found another spoon and set about dropping the cookies onto the tin sheets I used for baking. We ended in a dead heat, the sheets full and the bowl quite empty, just as footsteps came down the hallway toward the

I found another spoon and set about dropping the cookies onto the tin sheets I used for baking. We ended in a dead heat, the sheets full and the bowl quite empty, just as footsteps came down the hallway toward the door. Recognizing Brianna’s tread, I snatched the empty spoon from Jemmy and rubbed a quick towel across his smudgy mouth.

Bree stopped in the doorway, her smile turning to a look of suspicion.

“What are you guys doing?”

“Making molasses cookies,” I said, lifting the sheets in evidence, before sliding them into the brick oven set in the wall of the fireplace. “Jemmy’s been helping me.”

One neat red brow arched upward. She glanced from me to Jemmy, who was wearing a look of sublimely unnatural innocence. I gathered my own expression was no more convincing.

Diana Gabaldon, A Breath of Snow and Ashes (Chapter 71 – Lice)

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Maple Pudding for Valentine’s from ABOSAA

Maple Pudding for Valentine’s from ABOSAA

“Dinna fash yourself, Sassenach,” he said, more gently. “I didna mean it that way. Here, Mrs. Bug’s brought ye something tasty, I expect.” He lifted the lid off a small covered dish, frowned at the substance in it, then stuck a cautious finger in and licked it.

“Maple pudding,” he announced, looking happy.

“Oh?” I had no appetite at all yet, but maple pudding sounded at least innocuous, and I made no objection as he scooped up a spoonful, guiding it toward my mouth with the concentration of a man flying an airliner.

“I can feed myself, you kn—” He slipped the spoon between my lips , and I resignedly sucked the pudding off it. Amazing revelations of creamy sweetness immediately exploded in my mouth, and I closed my eyes in minor ecstasy, recalling.

“Oh, God,” I said. “I’d forgotten what good food tastes like.”

“I knew ye hadn’t been eating,” he said with satisfaction. “Here, have more.”

I insisted upon taking the spoon myself, and managed half the dish; Jamie ate the other half, at my urging.

Diana Gabaldon, A Breath of Snow and Ashes (Chapter 64, I am the Resurrection, Part 2)

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Strawberry-White Balsamic Shrub (Inspired by ABOSAA)

Strawberry-White Balsamic Shrub (Inspired by ABOSAA)

“Lemon shrub, ma’am?” A wilting slave, gleaming with sweat, offered me yet another tray, and I took a glass. I was dripping with perspiration, my legs aching and my throat dried with talking. At this point, I didn’t care what was in the glass, provided it was wet. I changed my opinion instantly upon tasting it; it was lemon juice and barley water, and while it was wet, I was much more inclined to pour it down the neck of my gown than to drink it. I edged unobtrusively toward a laburnum bush, intending to pour the drink into it, but was forestalled by the appearance of Neil Forbes, who stepped out from behind it.

Diana Gabaldon, A Breath of Snow and Ashes (Chapter 54 – Flora MacDonald’s Barbecue)

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Cherry Bounce Gelato

Cherry Bounce Gelato

A number of lasses from the Cherry Bounce Club have been asking me about what to do with the cherries once they’ve strained them from the hooch. Ideas immediately popped into my head, from Cherry Icebox Cookies, to Chocolate Covered Cherry Bon-Bons (aren’t Jane’s spectacular?!), to Cherry Ice Cream and beyond.

I’m sorry it’s taken me over a year to get to this post, but it’s seasonally appropriate just now, and besides – those cherries are so full of whisky/vodka/brandy that they keep very well, and pretty much indefinitely, in the freezer.

In the end, I settled on cherry ice cream.  More specifically, I chose an eggless Sicilian-type gelato that I’ve made before and come to love. It’s lighter tasting than other homemade ice cream recipes, most of which are made with anywhere from 4 to 8 yolks, as well as a few cups of whipping cream, but still so creamy and delicious you’ll find yourself scooping another wee bowl. Read More

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