H is for Haggis

I am sure there are many things H could stand for, but as I was searching for a topic this week I thought I might want to change things up a bit.  And for no reason at all Haggis–that peculiar Scottish treat–came to mind.

Scottish Haggis

Scottish Haggis

What is haggis?  Traditionally it is a pudding or sausage made of the “pluck” (lungs, heart, and liver) of a lamb or sheep, mixed with oatmeal, onion, suet, and seasonings, stuffed into the stomach of a sheep and cooked.  It is often served with “neeps and tatties,” or turnips and potatoes as we might say.

Haggis with neeps and tatties

Haggis with neeps and tatties

Ummm. Tasty.

Haggis is usually thought of as a traditional Scottish treat, but according to my research its origins are kind of murky.  Mention of a haggis-like dish can be found in Homer’s Odessey  –“a man before a great blazing fire turning swiftly this way and that a stomach full of fat and blood, very eager to have it roasted quickly.”  The Oxford Companion to Food states that the ancient Romans made a type of viand similar to haggis.  And in 2009, historian Catherine Brown found a recipe for the Scottish meal in a 1615 cookbook called The English Hus-Wife.

The Scots, however, are having none of that.  Although first mention of haggis in Scotland does not come until 1747, Robert Patrick, a haggis maker, said in an article for BBC News, that claiming haggis as an English dish is tantamount to the Dutch and Chinese claiming to have invented golf.  “Anything that’s to do with Scotland, everyone wants to get a part of.”

The most famous reference to the haggis is Robert Burns’ poem, “Address to a  Haggis,” which begins:

Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,         sonsie=jolly
Great chieftain o’ the puddin-race!
Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,       Aboon=above
Painch, tripe, or thairm:                      painch=stomach; thairm=intestine                                 Weel are ye wordy o’ a grace                                                                                                          As lang’s my arm.

Robert Burns "Address to a Haggis"

Robert Burns
“Address to a Haggis”

 

 

Every year Burns’ birthday, January 25, is celebrated with a Burns’ Supper where the main dish–a haggis of course– is piped into the dining room by bagpipers and the poem is recited before dinner is served.

 

 

 

 

Below is a traditional recipe for haggis:

Ingredients:
Set of sheep’s heart, lungs and liver (cleaned by a butcher)

Haggis at a Burns Supper

Haggis at a Burns Supper

One beef bung (intestine)
3 cups finely chopped suet
One cup medium ground oatmeal
Two medium onions, finely chopped
One cup beef stock
One teaspoon salt
½ teaspoon pepper
One teaspoon nutmeg
½ teaspoon mace

Method:
Trim off any excess fat and sinew from the sheep’s intestine and, if present, discard the windpipe. Place in a large pan, cover with water and bring to the boil. Reduce the heat and simmer for an hour or possibly longer to ensure that they are all tender. Drain and cool.

Finely chop the meat and combine in a large bowl with the suet, oatmeal, finely chopped onions, beef stock, salt, pepper, nutmeg and mace. Make sure the ingredients are mixed well. Stuff the meat and spices mixture into the beef bung which should be over half full. Then press out the air and tie the open ends tightly with string. Make sure that you leave room for the mixture to expand or else it may burst while cooking. If it looks as though it may do that, prick with a sharp needle to reduce the pressure.

Place in a pot and cover with water. Bring to the boil and immediately reduce the heat and simmer, covered, for three hours. Avoid boiling vigorously to avoid bursting the skin.

Serve hot with “champit tatties and bashit neeps” (mashed/creamed potato and turnip/swede).

Unfortunately, I have not had the “pleasure” of eating haggis.  It’s on my bucket list, however, and I’ll be hunting it down the next time I go to Scotland.

Have any of you had the good fortune to partake of this Scottish tradition?

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A New House in Town: Welcome Rising Phoenix Publications

Rising Phoenix Publications

Rising Phoenix Publications

Yes, there is a new publishing house in town–sort of.  Rising Phoenix Publications is my personal publishing company, launched on April 19, 2013 to provide my self-published works with a named company and logo that would be distinctive. 

The logo, created for me by my lovely editor, the talented Danielle Fine, also has a personal meaning.  The name came to me after a run of rejections from agents of some of my works.  Instead of being depressed, I kept seeing this image of the phoenix that rises from the ashes of death, whole and new again.  Thus was born my idea of a personal publishing company that would overcome the adversity of rejection.

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The first book to be published under this logo was Betrothal, Book I of my Time Enough to Love medieval romance.  (You can see the logo in the upper left hand corner of the cover.)  Betrothal is now available at Amazon, Smashwords, and     B & N

Why did I choose to self-publish Betrothal/Time Enough to Love rather than go the route of queries and traditional publication?  For the answer to that question, and to be entered to win a copy of Betrothal and my full length historical romance Only Scandal Will Do, check out my interview with Nancy Goodman on Rakes, Rogues and Romance  here.  Comment on either this blog or hers and be entered to win!

I am very happy so far with my self-publishing experience.  The control over covers, pricing, availability of sales data, editorial decisions and other factors make self-publishing an exciting and satisfying venture that I will hopefully be utilizing for many years to come.

What has been your experience with self-publication, either as an author or as a reader of indie books? 

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Horny Hump Day 05/01/13: 7 Days of Seduction #HornyHDay

WARNING:  MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF 18!

NOT SAFE FOR WORK!

Participating authors in Horny Hump Day post three sentences from their published works or WIP, hot like a firecracker! LOL

For the first post in May and to celebrate a sale, I’m returning to

7 Days of Seduction

for today’s Horny Hump Day hotness!

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I think we’ll be very naughty today. Since we have no maypole to dance around, we’ll try a pole of a different nature. 🙂

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Copyright (c) 123RF Stock Photos

 This snippet is from Day 6:  Three’s Company.  The beginning of a threesome between Ashley, Hunter, and Ashley’s ex-boyfriend, Sam.

375px-KamaSutra04Ashley grasped Sam’s hotness and guided it into her slit. Still wet from earlier, she slid down his shaft as if she was going down a fire pole. She grunted as he hit deep, then moaned at the exquisite fullness. 

If you’d like more of this Horny Hotness, 7 Days of Seduction is on sale at New Dawning Bookfair, from May 1 to May 12 for $3.49 and at ARe fro $2.00.  Four stars and five flames.  So if hot isn’t enough…:)

Please check out the Horny Hump Day blog site for the other sites on the hop and go visit the other hot authors.

Thanks so much for visiting the Journal once more for Horny Hump Day!

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Weekend Writing Warriors: 04/27/13 Speed Date

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Welcome back to the Weekend Writing Warriors again. I’m so enjoying seeing my old friends and finding new authors. Hope you all have a great Sunday!

Today I’m continuing from my newest WIP, Speed Date.  This snippet immediately follows yesterday’s Sweet Saturday Sample (view here).  Roberta is at a speed dating event, her first time, and in this 8, her first “date.”

Wikimania_Washington_2012_013George, a sandy blonde with greenish eyes, kept clicking a ballpoint pen as he said,  “So, have you done this before?”

“Never,” I replied, trying to smile as if that didn’t make me sound like I was finally desperate enough to try anything.  “Are you from the area?”

“No,  I transferred six months ago from Ft. Belvoir, but I’m originally from Oklahoma.”

“I was born and raised in Tidewater and I now live on the Eastern Shore.”  I was supposed to tell these men the truth, right?  What if he was a serial killer?  At least he didn’t know where on the Eastern Shore.

Hope you enjoyed Roberta’s first foray into speed dating.  But the night’s not over yet.

Right now, you can click here to hop on to more Writing Warrior posts!  And thanks for coming by!

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Sweet Saturday ~ 4/27/13 Speed Date

I’m starting on a new WIP today, called Speed Date.  It’s a short story I have hopes of turning into a novella or novel.  And what’s really strange is it’s contemporary and not erotic!  Virgin territory for me. LOL  The story just came to me and I ran with it.  I guess it’s inspired in part by the fact that I’m gluten intolerant and have been “glutened” pretty badly in the past.

This excerpt is from the very beginning of Speed Date and Roberta is panicking.

What the hell am I doing here?

I looked around the large, crowded room and my grip on the Gucci shoulder bag slipped.  Sweat was probably not good for the leather.

This was what you got for drinking too much.  I had to have been drunk—three sheets to the wind drunk—to have taken this dare.  That’s what I had been.  Two margaritas more than I should have had at Rachel’s last Saturday night.  Just enough to take the damned dare when Sydney made it.

I glanced around the room again, clutching the Gucci like a shield.

 I am so swearing off alcohol.

The official, a balding little man with clipboard in hand, motioned me to a nearby table.  I sat, pried the bag off my shoulder and leaned it against my leg for moral support.

Oh, God, I am so not ready for this.

Bong!

The sound of the gong deafened me as a pleasant-faced young man sat down opposite.

“Hi.  My name is George.”

“Hi.  I’m Roberta.”

I was speed dating.

I hope you enjoyed that little snippet.  There will be more from Speed Date tomorrow on Weekend Writing Warriors!  But for now, you should check out some more Saturday Samples.  Thanks for coming by!

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Joust in Time–ReBlog from D’Ann Lindun And An Interview with a Knight–Reblog from Kary Rader

There’s no reblog service outside of WordPress, so I’m doing my own version. 🙂

I’m actually on two blogs today and thought I’d let everyone know:

I’m over at D’Ann Lindun’s blog today, talking about that fun and dangerous medieval pastime:  Jousting.

JOUST IN TIME

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“Jousting was one of the most popular and dramatic of entertainments during the long medieval period.  They were major events at tournaments where knights were pitted against one another for honor, for glory, and for prize money.”  To read more, click here.

I am (or rather my character is) also over at Kary Rader’s blog, being charming and putting her in the hot seat.

INTERVIEW WITH A KNIGHT

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“(Sir Geoffrey enters.  He is a big man, about 6 ft 4” tall, with dark brown hair and sapphire blue eyes.  There is a tightness about his mouth, as if he is impatient with these proceedings, but there is also a glint of amusement in his eyes.  He wears a tight-fitting  parti-colored cotehardie and chausses, blue and burgundy)

My heart is fluttering around the website somewhere. Wow!  Ummm…Who are you? Give your full name and title/race. Do you have special abilities?

*he bows* I am Sir Geoffrey Longford, a courtier in the service of His Majesty King Edward III.  I am currently waiting to sail to Spain with the king’s daughter, Princess Joanna, as second in command of the voyage.

As a knight I have worked hard to hone my skills with the weapons of my trade—the sword and the lance.  *he smiles*  I have won tournaments both in England and in France. And I have seen real battle in the service of the king.”

To read more, please click here.

I hope to see you there!  I’m doing giveaways of a book from my back list at both sites, so come by both to enter and win!

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Horny Hump Day 04/24/13: Betrothal #HornyHDay

WARNING:  MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF 18!

NOT SAFE FOR WORK!

Participating authors in Horny Hump Day post three sentences from their published works or WIP, hot like a firecracker! LOL

Ready for more medieval misbehaving?

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So we return this week to Geoffrey and Alyse and their first hot encounter. 

546px-52-aspetti_di_vita_quotidiana,_amore,Taccuino_Sanitatis,_CasHe returned to her nipples, and they hardened once more at the stroke of his tongue. He slid his hand smoothly down her body, sending flutterings everywhere. When he rested his hand on the tangle of curls above her closed thighs, heat streaked inward to her core and a throbbing beat began inside, so strange a feeling that embarrassment and fear reappeared.

Hope you enjoyed that little piece of medieval mischief. LOL

Please check out the Horny Hump Day blog site for the other sites on the hop and go visit the other hot authors.

Thanks so much for visiting the Journal once more for Horny Hump Day!

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Spotlight on May Day Mischief by Barbara Monajem

I have a double treat for you today!  I am spotlighting a duet of books by Barbara Monajem,  under the series title May Day Mischief.  Just in time for that wonderful spring festival May Day!

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The Magic of His Touch (May Day Mischief, Book 1 — available now)

England, 1804

Tired of being paraded before every eligible bachelor, Peony Whistleby decides it’s time to find her true love—through the ancient custom of rolling naked in the dew on May Day morning. But the magic goes awry when she is caught in the act—and by an entirely unsuitable man. And yet, the way his eyes linger upon her flesh ignites a sensual craving that can only be satisfied by his touch…

The Magic of His Touch is available now at Amazon, B & N, and Harlequin.

Excerpt from The Magic of His Touch:

“Get up! Get dressed!”

Peony froze in mid-roll. A strange man bounded toward her, gesturing, his voice low but urgent. She scrambled to her feet, a shriek catching in her throat.

“I won’t hurt you,” he said, but he kept on coming. Her heart clambering into her gullet, she tried to cover herself with her hands.

“Who— What—” She couldn’t get a word out.

“Don’t stand there like an idiot, girl! I already know what you look like naked.” A blush crowded up her neck and burned her cheeks. “Get your clothes on, and be quick about it.” With brisk, shooing motions he herded her toward the hawthorn where she’d left her shift and gown.

Anger swelled up, overcoming her fear. How dare he order her about? “Go away,” she said, hating how her voice trembled as she fled before him. “What are you doing here? You have no right.” A little way round the circle of meadow, she spied a horse, cropping the grass at the edge of the wood.

“You should be thankful I’m here,” he said, stopping several feet away when she reached the hawthorn. “I don’t know what foolishness you’re up to, but clearly your lover isn’t coming, and—”

“No, because you spoiled everything,” she said. Her hair had fallen out of its ribbon and stuck wetly to her face. She clawed it away, wanting to hit him. Her chance at finding love was gone. “Go away!”

He folded his arms and just stood there, scowling—and looking at her as if, underneath that frown, he was enjoying himself. “Not until you put your clothes on and be off home where you belong.”

Another flush overwhelmed her, this time of shame and misery, as she realized what he meant. He thought she’d come out here to tryst with some likely village lad, as if she were a scullery maid. And who was he, anyway? She’d never seen him before.

He was dressed like a gentleman and spoke like one, too, but he didn’t belong here.

“Who gave you the right to order me about?” she demanded. “This is private land.”

His eyes widened. “You silly little fool, I’m trying to protect you. I traveled here with a friend. To him, a naked woman is a blatant invitation. You’re lucky it’s I who came upon you and not he.”

She grabbed her shift and turned it right side out. “Stop staring at me.”

“You’re a beautiful girl without any clothes on,” he said. “I wouldn’t be much of a man if I didn’t stare.”

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Bewitched by His Kiss (May Day Mischief, Book 2 — available May 1)

England, 1804

Lucasta Barnes knows the folly believing in magic can lead to—and she won’t accept that her illicit tryst with a notorious rake was the result of anything more than pure lust. Or that it has bonded them together forever. Yet, she can’t deny that she yearns for just one more night in his arms…

David, Earl of Elderwood, is known as an enchanter of women, but ever since a passionate encounter with Lucasta three years ago, he desires only her. How can he convince his thoroughly practical paramour that love is the greatest magic of all?

 

Excerpt from Bewitched by His Kiss:

Setup: It’s late at night, and Lucasta, our heroine, fears that her cousin Peony has gone rolling naked in the dew again. She bumps into Lord Elderwood on the way out to check on her.

“Shall we go verify that Peony is safe?” Lord Elderwood’s voice was a silky dare.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Lucasta retorted. “Alexis is a gentleman through and through.” Unlike Elderwood, who would take advantage of a woman with or without clothing. She remembered leaving the future to fate and shivered. No, this meeting was pure chance. Nothing else.

That didn’t stop every nerve in her body from coming alive and afire.

The path through the wood appeared like magic. No, not magic—just luck that they’d found it easily in the dark. She hastened onward. “But for her safety, I must make certain he is with her.”

Elderwood laughed. From ahead came a startled squeak, stifled immediately.

Urgent whispers stretched toward them, ghostly and unintelligible. Peony was talking to someone, but she didn’t sound frightened, and she hadn’t had time to disrobe. It must truly be Alexis, thank heavens. He was a reassuring sort of man. He would convince her to keep her clothes on. He would make sure she returned to the house safely.

Elderwood laughed again. “Come now, my love. Tell the truth. Don’t you want to know what Alexis is doing with your cousin?”

“Damn you,” she said too loudly, whirling back toward the orchard. She lowered her voice. “Stop laughing, for God’s sake. Have you no discretion?”

A muffled snort came from directly behind her. He must be close enough to touch her and intending to do so.

“Stupid question,” she muttered. She was at his mercy, or rather at the mercy of her own rampaging desires. She hurried forward, clutching the pistol close so he couldn’t get it, but suddenly the path petered into nothing. She must have mistaken the way in the dark; she dodged the other direction, around a massive oak she’d passed on the way in.

Blocked again, this time by a wall of undergrowth and a closed rank of trees. She whirled again and stumbled.

Lord Elderwood caught her. “Dear, dear,” he said. “Are we lost?”

“Where did the path go?” she burst out. “It was right here. I’m sure of it.”

“And now it isn’t,” Elderwood said, one arm strong around her, the other plucking the muff pistol from her hand.

She moaned. “That makes no sense at all.”

He took her chin in his hands and tipped it up. His eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. “It does, if you believe in magic.”

Bewitched by His Kiss is available for pre-order at Amazon, B & N, and Harlequin on May 1!

And to celebrate her releases and May Day, Barbara is giving away a $10.00 gift certificate to either Amazon or B & N!  Just leave a comment WITH YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS telling us about one of your May Day or springtime experiences.

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Weekend Writing Warriors: 04/21/13 Betrothal

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Welcome back to the Weekend Writing Warriors again. I’m so enjoying seeing my old friends and finding new authors. Hope you all have a great Sunday!

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In case you haven’t heard:

BETROTHAL RELEASED ON APRIL 19!

HOORAY!

So, today you get the truly final 8 from Betrothal, my medieval romance set in the 14th century.   This snippet immediately follows yesterday’s Sweet Saturday Sample (view here).

“So His Majesty could set a betrothal aside?”

800px-Têtes-sculptées-du-porche-de-la-collégiale-de-Candes-Saint-MartinMaurya nodded slowly. “If there existed a compelling enough reason, yes, of course he could, but a quarrel with Sir Geoffrey would hardly qualify as such.” She captured Alyse’s gaze and her face seemed to harden. “Especially since King Edward favors the Longfords.”  She paused. “Do you not know to whom Lady Mary is now betrothed?”

Alyse shook her head, a coldness stealing through her.

“Sir Roland of Longford, Sir Geoffrey’s elder brother.”

Alyse closed her eyes and swallowed hard.

Betrothal is available at Amazon and Smashwords.  It will be available at other e-tailers shortly.

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Sweet Saturday: 04/20/13 Betrothal ~ “Undeterred”

Welcome back to Sweet Saturday Sample!  All excerpts here are rated PG-13 or milder.

Okay, I can’t stop myself.  Since Betrothal just released, I’m continuing with a sample from my medieval, Time Enough to Love:  Book 1 ~ Betrothal.

BETROTHAL

RELEASED ON APRIL 19!

WOOHOO!

 

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This series is set in England and France in 1348.  Part 1, Betrothal, takes place at the court of King Edward III.

You can read April 14’s post here.

This excerpt takes place later that night, after Alyse and Geoffrey’s quarrel and Geoffrey and Thomas’s violent disagreement. Alyse is in the Great Hall, thinking about her options.

She could not decide who had angered her most. Geoffrey’s betrayal stung mightily, but she believed him led astray by his friend. She was more than willing to heap blame on that conceited lord, whose earlier disregard incensed her anew. Bitter memories of Lord Braeton blatantly ignoring her at court functions flooded her mind, and she winced to think how she had tried to dally with him the few times they had conversed.

Well, she had gotten the better of him last night. She smiled for the first time that day at the thought of her banter with him. He had seemed more 552px-Renaud_de_montauban_banquetrespectful of her after she had taken him down a peg. And appreciative. She recalled his appraising look after their exchange.

As if he saw me for the first time.

Alyse sat straight up on her bench. Had her spirited wordplay drawn his attention at last? Perhaps he had sown seeds of discord between her and Geoffrey out of jealousy. Perchance he was angry that she had to marry another.

Too late.

She slouched again. She was betrothed to Geoffrey. Nothing could change that. Could it? Had she ever heard of a betrothal being broken?

She glanced around the room, recalling as much gossip as possible from the past months. Had there not been talk about Lady Mary Percy and Sir Roger Delaney? One person surely knew.

“Maurya.”

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llustration of an ”entremet”, a type of medieval meal entertainment, staged at a banquet given by Charles V of France

Her companion turned to her and shook her head. “’Tis too early to retire yet, Alyse. Wait a bit and I shall get John to escort you.”

“Nay, ’tis not that.” Alyse glanced at Patrick on her left and lowered her voice. “Tell me about Sir Roger’s betrothal. ’Tis no longer contracted, is it?”

Maurya met her eyes with a hard stare. “Do not think of it, Alyse. Your spat with Sir Geoffrey will blow away like a March wind. He is an honorable and chivalrous man. If you give him a chance, I believe he will make amends for his behavior.”

Alyse gazed back at her, undeterred. “They were betrothed, were they not? And now she is to wed another.”

I hope you enjoyed this latest sample from  Betrothal.   Join me tomorrow on Weekend Writing Warriors for the REAL conclusion to my excerpts from Book I of Time Enough to Love.  

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If you’d like to read more, Betrothal is available at Amazon and Smashwords.

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