SCOTTISH FARE: FOOD WITH
ATTITUDE
By Nancy Lee Badger
Writing a story is fun.
Some says it’s easy, and others call it grueling. Still others refer to months
of typing, editing, and research as ‘a calling’. Research is the part that I
try to make into a game. What can be more titillating than including all the
senses? Including taste.
My latest release, My Reluctant Highlander, partially takes
place at a present-day Scottish Highland Games and Festival. Since I volunteer
at as well as attend various gatherings of the Celtic persuasion, I easily
drank in the sights, smells, sounds, and tastes. One delicious part of these
gatherings are the home-baked goods offered for sale. My favorites are chocolate-chip
shortbread cookies and hot apple cider. A smooth dram of whisky or a tankard of
ale can soothe the dust from your throat, as well.
When researching food
and drink to use in my book, I also had to incorporate history. My time travel
romance partially takes place in 1603, in the Highlands of Scotland. Any
mention of food or drink needed to be historically accurate, so I researched
them. Here is an excerpt that takes place in my book, My Reluctant Highlander, in 1603, that describes some of the fare
during a quiet period:
The Gunn
clan’s village celebrated autumn with a healthy harvest’s bounty. They ground
oats and barley, and baked them into crusty loaves of bannock. Leeks and
chicken broth turned into delicious cock-a-leekie soup. Other mashed root
vegetables, drenched in fresh-churned butter, joined the aromatic steam wafting
off slabs of mutton. Villagers and clan leaders supped together on shortbread
flavored with caraway seeds.
Here is another excerpt,
when a friend of the hero, a man also from present day New England , finds himself in a
castle’s great room in ancient Scotland :
“Do I dare
ask what it is, I’m eating,” Bull whispered.
Skye
leaned closer, and sensed Jake watching them. “ ‘Tis roasted venison in a sauce
made of wine, onions, and other herbs found in the forest that abuts the
meadow. Some grow in the herb garden beside the stables.”
“I saw
that, behind the low wall?”
“Aye, to
keep the hens, sheep, and pilfering children from eating it all.”
Even when my heroine is
attacked by a sorcerer with evil intentions on his mind, I layer in common food
items to describe the event:
A bolt of searing heat slammed into Skye’s back, smashing her face-first
into the dirt. Her basket of vegetables blew apart, raining chunks of carrots,
and lettuce leaves, over her. Pain sizzled up and down her spine, and her dress
flew up past her knees.
During a more peaceful and
happy event, I described more fare:
The women
enjoyed their hard-earned rest, now that the cooking was finished. They had
piled loaves of crusty bannock, and trenchers overflowing with steamed root
vegetables on wood tables.
Food is one thing, but
drink—primarily Scottish ale—is a big part of both historical Scotland and present day
Highland Games. Here I incorporate historical beverages in one paragraph:
Cheering voices filled the meadow. Colorful
plaids atop tall wooden staffs blew in the gentle breeze, even as dark clouds
hovered over the nearby sea. Happy children screeched, as they ran from vendor
to vendor. Spiced cider and heather ale dripped from barrels waiting for
tapping. Women had dressed in their finest gowns, and plaids in the Gunn,
Keith, and Mackenzie family weave were draped over their shoulders.
Present-day Scottish games or festivals are a great place to get a taste
(!) of what ancient Scots enjoyed. Here is an excerpt that takes place at the
fictitious New England Highland Games:
The crowds
slowly dispersed; visitors and band members to their waiting cars and buses,
and athletes to the showers. Jake took the stairs two at a time, then sauntered
up to the bar on the top floor. Would Ross Mackenzie meet him in the lodge?
Would Jake finally get some answers? He snatched a pitcher of ale and three
glasses, just as dozens of others crowded the bar.
My point is this: a
story’s plot needs to gather the reader in, make them hungry for more; make
them thirsty to keep reading. I tried hard to accomplish this in all three
books in my series Highland Games Through
Time. The latest, My Reluctant
Highlander, is available like the others in both ebook and print.
More About Nancy Lee Badger
She loves
chocolate-chip shortbread, wool plaids wrapped around the trim waist of a
Scottish Highlander, the clang of broadswords, and the sound of bagpipes in the
air. After growing up in Huntington , New York , and raising
two handsome sons in New Hampshire , she moved
to North Carolina where she
writes full-time. Nancy is a member
of Romance Writers of America, Heart of Carolina Romance Writers,
Fantasy-Futuristic & Paranormal Romance Writers, Triangle Area Freelancers,
and the Celtic Heart Romance Writers.
Connect with Nancy :
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8 comments:
Thanks for hosting me Dawn. Hope your readers enjoy my story and research.
I've just eaten, but your excerpts whetted my appetite for more food and more story. :-) Chocolate-chip shortbread sounds scrumptious.
Very cool. I love the Highland Festivals. Tasted my first bite of haggis at one. Real meat pie also. Yum.
Yes, glad I just had lunch! I have friends in Scotland who SWEAR by haggis. One keeps posting pictures of what's for dinner, saying it's "neeps" or some silly such, but rarely do his plates contain anything green or even non-off-white. He eats LOTS of starches. Now, chocolate chip shortbread is one starch I might agree with, if someone were to post a recipe. (hint!)
I am sure Scottish-made haggis is more delectable than American made. It is on my bucket list to visit Scotland and fill my belly with all the local food (and drink!)
I ate haggis a couple of times in Scotland, Nancy. While it was ok, it will never be my favorite Scottish food, lol. I liked haggis and neeps & tatties a lot better.
Ah, can't wait to get back again to eat some more of the real thing!
I've never been to Scotland, but me late faither was born in Glesga. He said there's a "proper" ritual to haggis-eating. There must be a dish of haggis on the table between two people seated on either side. There's also a gun on the table. One picks it up and holds it to the other's head and makes him eat, then he returns the favor.
If you live in the Chicago area there are a couple of fests, as well as stores that sell wee hot pies, bridies and bangers year-round so you can enjoy them at home. One is Gaelic Imports, on the northwest side, and the other is Winston's, which is on the far south side where many Irish folks live.
There are a few restaurants that serve a decent fish and chips, with malt vinegar of course. And on Hogmanay (New Year's Eve, a bigger celebration than Christmas), I make a shortbread in a traditional pan so we can eat it at midnight for good luck in the coming year. Ach aye!
Thoroughly enjoyed your article, Nancy. That leek soup and the heather ale almost had me drooling! Best of luck with sales!
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