Highland Coffees for Hogmanay. “Eleven-fifty,” Brianna declared, popping into the surgery after me, her own cloak over her arm.
“I just checked Mr. Guthrie’s watch.” “Plenty of time. Are ye coming with me, then?” Roger grinned at Bree, seeing her cloak. “Are you kidding? “All but the salt.” Diana Gabaldon, The Fiery Cross (Chapter 35) Oops! But that’s just what happens when a bottle of single malt magically appears around here at holiday time. It disappears rather quickly — no sleight of hand required. And while Claire would have preferred hers neat, Frank his with ice, and Brianna none at all (give her a few years…it took me until 40), I can imagine Jamie at Lallybroch, leaving the Hogmanay celebrations in the parlor for the quiet of the laird’s study, Ian at his side.
…and then my Englishman’s voice calls me back to my 21st Century reality, here on our little island in the Pacific Northwest. Molasses Toffees for Christmas from The Fiery Cross. With a certain amount of forethought, Mrs.
Bug, Brianna, Marsali, Lizzie and I had made up and enormous quantity of molasses toffee, which we had distributed as a Christmas treat to all the children within earshot. Whatever it might do to their teeth, it had the beneficial effect of gluing their mouths shut for long periods, and in consequence, the adults had enjoyed a peaceful Christmas. Even Germain had been reduced to a sort of tuneful gargle. Diana Gabaldon, The Fiery Cross, Chap 34 The OK house was on a molasses high last week! The darker toffee is made exactly according to Mrs. To make the lighter pieces, I reversed the proportion of sugar and molasses in the original recipe. (Click on the title below for a printable version of the recipe.) Molasses Toffees Yield: approx. 6 dozen 1” pieces of candy Delicious buttery toffee that tastes better ’cause it’s homemade.
Generously butter a baking pan/cookie sheet with sides. Pour the vinegar into a small, deep saucepan. 2 minute Chocolate and Salted Caramel Mug Cake. Did you see our 10 TASTY MUG CAKES IN MINUTES ? Well I have another one to add to that incredible collection. It’s a salted caramel chocolate mug cake that takes JUST 2 minutes to make. It’s rich decadent and oh yes delicious. The recipe makes1 mug cake in a regular sized coffee mug.
It will take you 5 minutes top to bottom. Salted Caramel Mug Cake What you’ll need: {makes 1 mug cake} 4 tablespoons all purpose flour 4 tablespoons sugar 3 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa powder 1/4 teaspoon baking powder 1/4 teaspoon salt 1 egg – beaten 3 tablespoons skim milk 1 tablespoon vegetable oil 2 salted caramels What to do: 1. Stephen Bonnet’s Salted Chocolate Pretzel Balls. “A bit more tea, Doctor Fentiman?”
I urged a fresh cup upon him, willing him to stay awake. “Do tell me more about it. The surgery must have been quite delicate?” In fact, men never like to hear that the removal of testicles is a simple matter, but it is. Though I would admit that the fact of the patient’s being conscious during the whole procedure had likely added to the difficulty. Fentiman regained a bit of his animation, telling me about it. “…and the ball had gone straight through the testicle; it had left the most perfect hole… . Jenny’s Everyday Bread from An Echo in the Bone. SHE WAS SMALLER than I had remembered, and thinner, her hair with a little more gray in it though still darkly vibrant — but the deep-blue-cat-eyes were just the same, as was the natural air of command she shared with her brother.
“Leave the horses,” she said briskly, wiping her eyes on the corner of her apron. “I’ll have one o’ the lads take care of them. Honey-Buttermilk Oatbread at Madame Jeanne’s from Voyager. A knock at the door broke the tension.
It was a small serving maid, with a tray of supper. She bobbed shyly to me, smiled at Jamie, and laid both supper — cold meat, hot broth and warm oatbread with butter — and the fire with a quick and practiced hand, then left us with a murmured “Good e’en to ye.” We ate slowly, talking carefully only of neutral things; I told him how I had made my way from Craigh na Dun to Inverness, and made him laugh with stories of Mr.
Graham and Master Georgie. He in turn told me about Mr. We said nothing much of ourselves, but as we ate, I became increasingly conscious of his body, watching his fine, long hands as he poured wine and cut meat, seeing the twist of his powerful torso under his shirt, and the graceful line of neck and shoulder as he stooped to retrieve a fallen napkin. Diana Gabaldon, Voyager, (Chapter 25) Whoa — Voyager kills me — every time. This oatbread from Madame Jeanne’s is a white loaf made tender with buttermilk and sweet with honey. Enjoy.