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Prince Tearlach’s All-Scottish Penne Carbonara

He was a sturdy, good-looking lad, with thick, light-brown hair curling loose upon his shoulders, and a fair face, cheeks flushed red with cold and exertion.  His nose was running slightly, and he wiped it with the back of his wrapped hand, wincing slightly as he did so.Jamie, both eyebrows raised, bowed politely to the visitor.

“My house is at your service, Your Highness,” he said, with a glance that took in the general disorder of the visitor’s attire.  His stock was undone and hung loosely around his neck, half his buttons were done up awry, and the flies of his breeches flopped partially open.  I saw Jamie frown slightly at this, and he moved unobtrusively in front of the boy, to screen me from the indelicate sight.

“If I may present my wife, Your Highness?” he said. “Claire, my lady Broch Tuarach.  Claire, this is His Highness, Prince Charles, son of King James of Scotland.”

Diana Gabaldon, Dragonfly in Amber (Chapter 11 – Useful Occupations)

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Our first meeting with BPC – @ the Castle Pub, Inverness

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Looking for Outlander – One Fan’s Scottish Adventure – Part I

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Moored on Loch Dochfour – the last stop before Loch Ness

It was after nine when we arrived, and the guide Frank had called for was awaiting us on the edge of the loch with a small sailing skiff.

“An’ it suits ye, sir, I thought we’d take a wee sail down the loch-side to Urquhart Castle.  Perhaps we’ll sup a bit there, before goin’ on.”  The guide, a dour-looking little man in weather-beaten cotton shirt and twill trousers, stowed the picnic hamper tidily beneath the seat, and offered me a callused hand down into the well of the boat.

Diana Gabaldon, Outlander (Chapter 2 – Standing Stones)

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Jura – The Weekend Whisky Write-Up

She stretched out her hand toward the table by her chair, not bothering to look.  She didn’t need to; the butler set down a crystal tumbler softly, just where her fingers would touch it.  Her hand closed around it, and she lifted it, passing it under her nose and sniffing, eyes closed in sensual delight.

“There’s a good bit left of it yet.  A great deal more than I can guzzle by myself, I’ll tell ye!”  She opened her eyes and smiled, lifting the tumbler toward us.  “To you, nephew, and your dear wife – may ye find this house home!  Slàinte!

Slàinte mharl” Jamie answered, and we all drank.

It was good whisky; smooth as buttered silk and heartening as sunshine.  I could feel it hit the pit of my stomach, take root, and spread up my backbone.

Diana Gabaldon, Drums of Autumn (Chapter 10 – Jocasta)

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Abelour 12 YO – The Weekend Whisky Write-up

I shivered, as much from thought of old Arch, living wraithlike in the forest, surviving on the heat of his hatred, as from the cold that had come in with Jamie.  He’d let his beard grow for warmth — all the men did in winter, on the mountain — and ice glimmered in his whiskers and frosted his brows.

“You look like Old Man Winter himself,” I whispered, bringing him a bowl of hot porridge.

“I feel like it,” he replied hoarsely.  He passed the bowl under his nose, inhaling the steam and closing his eyes beatifically.  “Pass the whisky, aye?”

“You’re proposing to pour it on your porridge?  It’s got butter and salt on , already.”  Nonetheless, I passed him the bottle from its shelf over the hearth.

“Nay, I’m going to thaw my wame enough to eat it.  I’m solid ice from the neck down.”

Diana Gabaldon, An Echo in the Bone (Chapter 8 – Spring Thaw)

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Although modern standards of propriety would have most of us steering clear of the stuff early in the morning, no matter how cold our wames, long winter nights are the perfect time to indulge in uisge beatha, Scottish Gaelic for “lively water” or “water of life,” and commonly referred to as whisky.

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Aberlour Distillery, about 40 miles directly west of Inverness, was founded by James Fleming in 1879 on the site of an ancient Celtic Druid settlement devoted to the worship of oak trees and water.  Today, an oak tree dominates the Aberlour label, and the distillery uses water from the same spring where saints baptised locals in the 6th century, CE (A.D.)

Most Aberlour whisky, like the bottle of 12 Year Old single malt we recently sampled, has been matured in two types of cask. The whisky is matured separately in specially selected ex-bourbon and ex-sherry casks.  American bourbon casks lend a vanilla scent and golden colour, while Oloroso sherry butts impart a fuller body, sweet/spicy overtones and an amber hue.

At maturation, the whisky from both sets of casks is brought together for the first time and the different flavours subtly mixed.  The result is a dram that, although light on peat, has deep character and balanced notes of fruits and spice.

Whisky enthusiasts who enjoy peat may find that Aberlour doesn’t have enough to satisfy, but those of us that like a slightly sweet palate and a smooth finish will find a lot to like in this affordable choice.  A great bottle for the newbie and the seasoned connoisseur alike.

Slàinté Mhath!

Gift Ideas for Whisky Virgins – The Weekend Whisky Write-up

“He flung her down upon the sacks, and there he got her corn ground, her corn ground… .”  Roger was chanting hotly in her ear, his full weight pinning her to the ground and the stars spinning madly far above.

She’d thought his description of Ronnie as “reeking wi’ lust” merely a figure of speech, but evidently not.  Bare flesh met bare flesh, and then some.  She gasped.  So did Roger.

“Oh, God,” he said.  He paused, frozen for an instant against the sky above her, then sighed in an ecstasy of whisky fumes and began to move with her, humming.  It was dark, thank God, though not nearly dark enough.  The remnants of the fire cast an eerie glow over his face, and he looked for an instant the bonny big, black devil Inga had called him.

Diana Gabaldon, A Breath of Snow and Ashes (Chapter 6 – Ambush)

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