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A Louisiana favorite starring fresh duck makes a perfect recipe for hunters.
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30 minutes
2 hours
Dinner
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I asked my ladies of the Patrons & Peers group to share any recipes that would tie in well with my books, and this one was actually a particular request of mine. In ages past, duck hunting was the primary draw of visitors to the Outer Banks of North Carolina, Ocracoke in particular. Knowing that member Candice and her husband are avid duck hunters in Texas and that this duck gumbo recipe is one of her favorites, I knew I wanted to share it with you!
One of the defining features of gumbo, a traditional Louisiana dish, is that it mixes multiple meats together into a spicy stew. This gumbo not only has duck breast, but also sausage. Then, of course, the veggies and thickened sauce. As with many thicker soups and sauces, it’s crucial to create the roux first to give your soup a thick, smooth base.
Recipe courtesy of Candice and Steven Woods
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Notes:
If using wild ducks be cognizant of birdshot, it can chip a tooth in a heartbeat if you’re not careful.
You can make it your own. Try experimenting with different seasonings and the amounts and types of onions and peppers to see what you like the best. This is just what we like best.
With Grann from Yesterday’s Tides cooking, being from Louisiana as she is, you can be sure gumbo would have been on the menu at the Ocracoke Inn; and duck gumbo would have been a staple, given that duck hunting was the primary tourist draw of the island in the early twentieth century.
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This Mediterranean staple features fresh greens like parsley, mint, and onions, with bulgur wheat and tomatoes in a tangy dressing.
6
15 minutes
2 hours
Side
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I asked my ladies of the Patrons & Peers group to share any recipes that would tie in well with my books, and this is one such recipe! Special thanks to Bonnie Fakhri for sharing one of her favorite Mediterranean sides. The note below is from her too.
I love Mediterranean food and this is one of the staples found throughout the region. It is best described as a parsley salad and I find it adds a bright, fresh taste to any meal. The key is not to cook the bulgur wheat but rather to marinate it in the dressing so that every bite you take is full of flavor.
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As a staple in the Mediterranean, tabbouleh would have been enjoyed by all the characters in my Biblical fiction worlds.
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Nightmare.
We all know what it is. A bad dream that leaves you breathless. Or any situation that conjured up those horrible feelings. Right?
Well, today…sure. But in fact, nightmare didn’t mean “any bad dream” until 1829! What did it mean before then, you ask?
Well, it was actually a mythological creature’s name. The nightmare was thought to be a goblin or incubus who preyed on both people and horses in their sleep, pressing on their chests and trying to suffocate them.
That “horse” connection made me wonder if it’s still a solid equestrian word, if this particular incubus resembled a horse or something…I’m not entirely certain, but I can tell you that the spellings aren’t identical in the root Old English they come from. Not to say they’re not related somehow.
An interesting note is that the idea of a goblin nightmare stems from the same mythology that ascribed a demonic identity to echo as well. Echo was a goblin that mocked humans it heard out of doors…Nightmare was one that oppressed us in our sleep.
Nightmare became metaporical for any bad situation in 1831, an nightmarish came along in 1834.
If you’re a hot chocolate fan, you’ll fall in love with this rich, decadent drink of melted chocolate and creamy milk.
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10 minutes
15 minutes
Beverage
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No powdered mix here! This rich, decadent hot chocolate is literally made from melting chocolate into milk. It’s rich, thick, and you only need a little to feel like royalty.
I based my recipe mostly on one from chocolatier David Lebovitz, though as always, I made a few tweaks. His original recipe calls for half-and-half or whole milk, neither of which I had on hand…but I had 1% and heavy cream, so I did a combination of those, and it worked great.
Looking for a sugar-free recipe? Just use sugar-free chocolate! I used both milk and dark varieties from ChocZero in mine, and it was absolutely fabulous. And if you’re short on time and don’t feel like chopping up a chocolate bar, you can use chocolate chips in a pinch. (Don’t tell the chocolatier I said so…no idea if that’s “allowed” by strict Belgian standards, but it worked fine for me!)
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Hot chocolate of this variety has been mentioned in several of my novels, like A Heart’s Revolution, but the Belgian recipe in particular is a nod to siblings Margot and Lukas De Wilde, who hail from Belgium and star in A Song Unheard (Lukas’s story) and The Number of Love (Margot’s story).
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We are the light of the world.
We know it’s true because Jesus, the true Light, told us so. We know it’s true because He gives us His light. Why? To shine it. To scatter the darkness. To light the Way to Him, to the Father. To guide the people stumbling around in the shadows of the world.
The shadows…here. They’re not just in the world, are they? Those shadows plague our churches too. Our communities. Our families.
Our hearts.
We’ve all felt them. Sensed them. Cursed them. Given in to them. We know the teeth of fear, of pain, of rejection, of anxiety. We know the hammer blows of judgment and prejudice. We’ve experienced the claws of hatred and bitterness.
Aimed at us. And coming from within us.
We know. We know the darkness. We know it because it surrounds us and sneaks in. We know it because in some ways, it’s more comfortable than the light. It doesn’t make us squint our eyes or shield them from harsh truth. In darkness we can just rest. Or…not. In darkness, we can do what we want, and no one can see to tell us we’re wrong. Darkness lets sin creep in. Darkness lets sin flourish.
We never like to think that the darkness is here. Not within us, not within our families, not within our churches. Darkness is out there. The WORLD is full of darkness.
And it is. But why, then, isn’t our light able to banish it? If the darkness is all without and inside is nothing but light, why is our light not chasing away the darkness? That’s how it works–it only takes one match, one flame, one candle, one lamp, one star in the night to make the darkness retreat. If we are living in that Light, why is it still so dark? More, why does it seem to be getting always darker?
Because we’re not doing our job. Our lights are under bushels of selfishness and judgment. Our lights are hidden behind shutters of tribalism and greed. We see the darkness as an enemy, but we don’t know how to combat it…because too often, we’re too busy fighting the other light-bearers over whether their torches or lamps are trimmed properly. We’re too busy lecturing the darkness for being what it is. We’re too busy philosophizing about how anyone who steps out of our little box is lost, without realizing that our own oil is running low, that are wicks are flickering, that it’s getting dimmer and dimmer.
But we are the light of the world, my friends. We are the light because He gave us His Light. If the world is dark, it’s not the fault of the world–it’s the fault of the people who aren’t illuminating it. Are we hiding our hope away? Are we cursing the darkness instead of shining into it? Are we closing our light off from those who need it most, guarding it jealously?
We all do that. But we don’t have to. We can call upon the Spirit who breathes light and life into our souls. And we can step out into the darkness, ready to shine for Him.