1. 9 Jan


    Crock Pot Chicken Fricassee from A Breath of Snow and Ashes - http://outlanderkitchen.com/2012/02/06/chicken-fricasse-from-a-breath-of-snow-and-ashes/

     

  2. 23 Nov


    Got a turkey carcass waiting in the fridge? Time to make stock for the winter! 

    Got a turkey carcass waiting in the fridge? Time to make stock for the winter! 

     

  3. 21 Nov


    Hot (Chicken) Broth at Castle Leoch from Outlander

    Hot (Chicken) Broth at Castle Leoch from Outlander

     

  4. 6 Apr


    Crock Pot Chicken Fricassee from A Breath of Snow and Ashes “Less EAT, Mummy!”  Jemmy piped up helpfully.  A long string of molasses-tinged saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth and dripped down the front of his shirt.  Seeing this, his mother turned on Mrs. Bug like a tiger. “Now see what you’ve done, you interfering old busybody! That was his last clean shirt!  And how dare you talk about our private lives with everybody in sight, what possible earthly business of yours is it, you beastly old gossiping –” Seeing the futility of protest, Roger put his arms round her from behind, picked her up bodily off the floor, and carried her out the back door, this departure accented by incoherent protests from Bree an grunts of pain from Roger, as she kicked him repeatedly in the shins, with considerable force and accuracy. I went to the door and closed it delicately, shutting off the sounds of further altercation in the yard. “She gets that from you, you know,” I said reproachfully, sitting down opposite Jamie.  “Mrs. Bug, that smells wonderful.  Do let’s eat!” Mrs. Bug dished the fricassee in huffy silence, but declined to join us at table, instead putting on her cloak and stamping out the front door, leaving us to deal with the clearing-up.  An excellent bargain, if you ask me. Diana Gabaldon, A Breath of Snow and Ashes (Chapter 21)

    Crock Pot Chicken Fricassee from A Breath of Snow and Ashes

    “Less EAT, Mummy!”  Jemmy piped up helpfully.  A long string of molasses-tinged saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth and dripped down the front of his shirt.  Seeing this, his mother turned on Mrs. Bug like a tiger.

    “Now see what you’ve done, you interfering old busybody! That was his last clean shirt!  And how dare you talk about our private lives with everybody in sight, what possible earthly business of yours is it, you beastly old gossiping –”

    Seeing the futility of protest, Roger put his arms round her from behind, picked her up bodily off the floor, and carried her out the back door, this departure accented by incoherent protests from Bree an grunts of pain from Roger, as she kicked him repeatedly in the shins, with considerable force and accuracy.

    I went to the door and closed it delicately, shutting off the sounds of further altercation in the yard.

    “She gets that from you, you know,” I said reproachfully, sitting down opposite Jamie.  “Mrs. Bug, that smells wonderful.  Do let’s eat!”

    Mrs. Bug dished the fricassee in huffy silence, but declined to join us at table, instead putting on her cloak and stamping out the front door, leaving us to deal with the clearing-up.  An excellent bargain, if you ask me.

    Diana Gabaldon, A Breath of Snow and Ashes (Chapter 21)