Puff Pastry Boar Tusk Bracelets w/ Prosciutto & Asparagus inspired by Outlander

Murtagh's Gift to Ellen from Outlander

I caught a strange nonmetallic gleam in the depths of the box, and pointed.  "What's that?"

"Oh, those," she said, dipping into the box again.  "I've never worn them; they don't suit me.  But you could wear them -- you're tall and queenly, like my mother was.  They were hers, ye ken."

They were a pair of bracelets.  Each made from the curving, almost-circular tusk of a wild boar, polished to a deep ivory glow, the ends capped with silver tappets, etched with flowered tracery.

"Lord, they're gorgeous!"  I've never seen anything so...so wonderfully barbaric."

Jenny was amused.  "Aye, that they are.  Someone gave them to Mother as a wedding gift, but she never would say who.  My father used to tease her now and then about her admirer, but she wouldna tell him, either, just smiled like a cat that's had cream to its supper.  Here, try them."

The ivory was cool and heavy on my arm.  I couldn't resist stroking the deep yellow surface, grained with age.

"Aye, they suit ye," Jenny declared.  "And they go wi' that yellow gown, as well.  Here are the earbobs -- put these on, and we'll go down."

Outlander (Chapter 31)

Murtagh's Gift to Ellen

"Very sensible.  I don't imagine Mrs. Fitz would scream at sight of you," I agreed.  The bannocks were steaming gently in the cool air, and smelt heavenly.  I reached for one, the heavy boar's-tooth bracelets clinking together on my wrist.  I saw Murtagh's eyes on them and adjusted them so he could see the engraved silver end pieces.

"Aren't they lovely?"  I said.  "Jenny said they were her mother's."

Murtagh's eyes dropped to the bowl of parritch that Mrs. Crook had thrust unceremoniously under his nose.

"They suit ye," he mumbled.  Then, returning suddenly to the earlier subject, he said, "No, she wouldna summon help against me.  I was well acquent' wi' Glenna FitzGibbons, some time ago."

Outlander, Chapter 31

puff pastry

MacRannoch was studying the wizened little man, trying to subtract thirty years from the seamed countenance.

"Aye, I know ye," he said at last.  "Or not the name, but you.  Ye killed a wounded boar single-handed with a dagger, during the tynchal.  A gallant beast too.  That's right, the MacKenzie gave ye the tushes -- a bonny set, almost a complete double curve.  Lovely work that, man."  A look perilously close to gratification creased Murtagh's pitted cheek momentarily.

I started, remembering the magnificent, barbaric bracelets I had seen at Lallybroch.  My mother's, Jenny had said, given to her by an admirer.  I stared at Murtagh in disbelief.  Even allowing for the passage of thirty years, he did not seem a likely candidate for the tender passion.

Outlander (Chapter 36)

Murtagh's Gift to Ellen

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