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Governor Tryon’s Humble Crumble Apple Pie

It was a mistake!  And one I have come to rectify, so far as I may!”  Tryon was standing his ground, jaw tight as he glared upward.

“A mistake.  And is the loss of an innocent man’s life no more than that to ye?  You will kill and maim, for the sake of your glory, and pay no heed to the destruction ye leave — save only that the record of your exploits may be enlarged.  How will it look in the dispatches ye send to England — sir?  That ye brought cannon to bear on your own citizens, armed with no more than knives and clubs?  Or will it say that ye put down rebellion and preserved order?  Will it say that in your haste to vengeance, ye hanged an innocent man?  Will it say there that ye made ‘a mistake’?  Or will it say that ye punished wickedness, and did justice in the King’s name?”

Diana Gabaldon, The Fiery Cross (Chapter 72 – Tinder and Char)

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An “Elizabethan” Salmagundi from The Scottish Prisoner (Sort of)

“I should be so pleased, ” von Namtzen said.  “But I am engaged…” He turned, looking vaguely behind him and gesturing toward a well-dressed gentleman who had been standing out of range.  “You know Mr. Frobisher?  His lordship John Grey,” he explained to Frobisher, who bowed.

“Certainly,” the gentleman replied courteously.  “It would give me great pleasure, Lord John, was you to join us.  I have two brace of partridge ordered, a fresh-caught salmon, and a vast great trifle to follow — Captain von Namtzen and I will be quite unequal to the occasion, I am sure.”

Grey, with some experience of von Namtzen’s capacities, rather thought that the Hanoverian was likely to engulf the entire meal single-handedly and then require a quick snack before retiring, but before he could excuse himself, Harry snatched the kidnapped papers from his hand, thus requiring an introduction to Frobisher and von Namtzen, and in the social muddle that ensued, all four found themselves going in to supper together, with a salmagundi and a few bottles of good Burgundy hastily ordered to augment the meal.

Diana Gabaldon, The Scottish Prisoner (Chapter 9)

salmagundi from the Beefsteak Club

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Poll: Which Outlander Dish Will You Refuse to Eat?

Here’s the situation:

You are at the hands of Black Jack Randall.  He has agreed to release you, but first you must consume a selection of some of the more challenging foods from the Outlander series.  Because he is a gentleman (whatever), he only demands that you eat 3 out of the 4 foods listed below.

So, the question in this game of 18th Century Fear Factor is, which of the foods listed below do you think is MORE disgusting than the others?

Which Outlander dish will you refuse to eat?

Results will be up on Thursday, Dec 1.

(If you think I’ve missed the most disgusting dish of all, let me know in the comments…)

Poll Results: Your Favourite Outlander Food Scene

The results are in…there were 104 votes, and a winner was clearly chosen:

  1. 31 votes – Murphy’s Turtle Soup – (Chap 56) Voyager
  2. 20 votes – Cock-a-Leekie Soup & Roasted Potatoes – (Chap 32) Dragonfly in Amber
  3. 19 votes – Mrs. Bug’s Maple Pudding – (Chap 64) A Breath of Snow & Ashes
  4. 16 votes – Brianna’s Bridies – (Chap 35) Drums of Autumn
  5. 12 votes – Battle BBQ – Rosamund Lindsay vs Ronnie Sinclair – (Chap 13) The Fiery Cross
  6.   5 votes – Other

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Fergus’s Chestnut Tarts from Dragonfly in Amber

“What on earth is that?”  I peered over his shoulder, and gasped when I saw the signature at the foot of the letter.  James Stuart, by the grace of God King of England and Scotland.

“Bloody Christ!  It worked, then!”  Swinging around, I spotted Fergus, crouched on a stool in front of the fire, industriously stuffing pastries into his face.  “Good lad,” I said, smiling at him.  He grinned back at me, cheeks puffed like a chipmunk’s with chestnut tart.

“We got it from the papal messenger,” Jamie explained, coming to the surface long enough to realize I was there.  “Fergus took it from the bag while he was eating supper in a tavern.  He’ll spend the night there, so we’ll have to put this back before morning.  No difficulties there, Fergus?”

The boy swallowed and shook his head.  “No, milord.  He sleeps alone — not trusting his bedmates not to steal the contents of his bag.” He grinned derisively at this.  “The second window on the left, above the stables.” He waved an airy hand, the deft, grubby fingers reaching for another pie.  “It is nothing, milord.”

Diana Gabaldon, Dragonfly in Amber, Chap 13 (Seal Books, 1992)

Fergus's Chestnut Tart

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