[A recipe indeed. There's a quirk of the lips on the dhampir's face, the question of what recipe? It is something made from pure feel and look at this point, practiced from years and years of the work.

But to the newer culinary wonders. Alucard is careful as he takes a sniff of the blueberry-bourbon-pecan concoction, and while it doesn't knock him down entirely, there is a total exhileration in the new. The sweetness undercut with acidity, the smokiness from the bourbon, and sharp tones from the pecans. All new ingredients, because knowledge regarding North America is about two decades away. It is wonderful.]

The barrels the spirit is aged in would be...oak, I imagine? [That was the only familiar scent lurking in the jam, and finally, he takes a spoonful out and places it onto a portion of his pie. The bottom most part, against the crust, with the biggest surface area. He does the same to Sam's plate, and then applies the other two jams as well.

There's care with volume. Not enough to overwhelm or drown out the cheese's delicate flavor, just a thin spread to accent the sweetness.]

That should be sufficient. But I will insist you try it first, since this is an offered dish.