Probably easier in the long run. I have no doubt that measurement standards are different between my time and yours.
[Whatever medieval Wallachia was using, it sure wasn't cups and pounds.
The tables turn, gently and with the sort of soft joy that only culinary exploration can take. Alucard knows damn well what he's made is perfect, and he nods gently to confirm that Sam's right about the stubbornness. A polite war could ensue.
But it doesn't. There's the satisfaction of a dish well made, and Alucard brightens just a little for the compliment.]
Thank you. Let's see about this bourbon thing then.
[Novelty is novelty, after all, and something new to Alucard's palate is always welcome. He's not sure what to expect, being equally unfamiliar with scotch and whisky but-- goodness. It is a lot. The oak mixed with headier notes of caramelized sugars against the full of the mash bill for whatever bourbon this was, the acidity and sweetness of the blueberry working in perfect, equal measure. The gentle crunch of the pecan. An entirely American jam, and stunning.]
I'm afraid I'll have to ask for a jar of this jam. If only to deconstruct it properly for my own canning.
[[I actually think we can wrap it here or with one more tag from you to close it out!]]
No worries, there's lots going on and making geralt and yen suffer is very important!
[Whatever medieval Wallachia was using, it sure wasn't cups and pounds.
The tables turn, gently and with the sort of soft joy that only culinary exploration can take. Alucard knows damn well what he's made is perfect, and he nods gently to confirm that Sam's right about the stubbornness. A polite war could ensue.
But it doesn't. There's the satisfaction of a dish well made, and Alucard brightens just a little for the compliment.]
Thank you. Let's see about this bourbon thing then.
[Novelty is novelty, after all, and something new to Alucard's palate is always welcome. He's not sure what to expect, being equally unfamiliar with scotch and whisky but-- goodness. It is a lot. The oak mixed with headier notes of caramelized sugars against the full of the mash bill for whatever bourbon this was, the acidity and sweetness of the blueberry working in perfect, equal measure. The gentle crunch of the pecan. An entirely American jam, and stunning.]
I'm afraid I'll have to ask for a jar of this jam. If only to deconstruct it properly for my own canning.
[[I actually think we can wrap it here or with one more tag from you to close it out!]]