Jorrvaskr, the famed mead hall at the centre of Whiterun, is home to the Companions and as a result, their feasting table is now laden with much more than just mead to feed these hungry warriors! This age-old recipe was passed down to me by Jorrvaskr’s caretaker, Tilma the Haggard, and is a favourite of the Companions and can always be found at their tables. With a crumbly, buttery crust and an irresistible spiced apple filling, I am proud to share this secret recipe with the rest of Tamriel! (Don’t tell Tilma though!)
You will need: Pastry
250g plain flour
25g caster sugar
2-3 tbsp milk
125g butter, very cold and diced
2 large egg yolks
Pinch of salt
Medium sized pie tin
315g red apples, peeled and diced
1 stalk rhubarb, diced
1 egg white, beaten
45g soft brown sugar, plus extra for sprinkling
2 tbsp caster sugar
45g butter, softened, plus extra for brushing
1 shot spiced rum
2 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp nutmeg
½ tsp allspice
1 tsp vanilla essence
¼ cup pecans, chopped
To make the pie crust, put the flour, sugar, salt, and butter into a food processor and blend until a breadcrumb consistency is reached. Add the egg yolk and whizz again for a moment, and finally the milk. Once the dough has formed, turn it out onto a lightly floured surface and work until it is smooth. Wrap in cling wrap and chill for half an hour minimum before using.
Preheat your oven to 200C/400F and place the pie tin in to heat up.
In a mixing bowl, combine all the filling ingredients except for the egg white and mix thoroughly.
Dust your work surface with flour and roll out your pastry into a circle to fit your pie tin, leaving aside a small quantity of dough to make the top lattice. Fit the pastry to the tin, then spoon in the filling evenly. Sprinkle the top with brown sugar.
Using a roller cutter or knife, cut out a lattice with the last of the dough and secure to the top of your pie. Brush all over with butter and the egg white to glaze.
Bake for 30 minutes on the middle shelf. Leave to cool for 15 minutes before removing from the tin. Serve hot with a drizzle of custard or vanilla ice cream.
“Tell anyone and I’ll murder you and sell your body
parts for money.” 3.
“How long have you been standing there?”
Warnings: swearing, that’s all. Just lots of floof
Word Count: 1901
When you heard the team heading off on the latest big operation,
you were too exhausted to see them off. There was no way you were dragging your
ass out to say hello or goodbye. You’d been out for nearly two months on an
undercover op that had ended poorly and the only thing on your mind when you’d
slipped home at 1:30 am that same morning had been sleep.
On the flight home you’d forced yourself to stay awake and write
up your mission report and check the docket for the upcoming work. You couldn’t
be more grateful for the week off, even if you were a little disappointed that
the rest of the team was going to be gone for the first three days on assignment.
You missed them. Undercover work was lonely work. It left you feeling grimy and
worn. You missed Sam’s teasing wit; you missed Steve’s rich laugh, and Clint’s
relentless pranks. You missed Tony’s clever jabs and Nat’s knowing smiles.
Most of all you missed Bucky. You missed the comfortable way that
silence with him wrapped around you like a heavy comfortable blanket. You
missed how he knew what you needed even if you didn’t ask, bringing you shitty
cup-o-noodles in your room after a rough mission or a long day. You even missed
how he and Sam bickered and taunted each other, Sam usurping the washer in the
middle of Bucky’s laundry day, or Bucky dropping loads of Lua’s fur into the
dryer after brushing her in retaliation.
in the company of cancer the night air tastes of vanilla ice cream. they really come to life when the sun falls and the moon reveals itself. cancers can see their own reflection as they look across the ocean, identifying with the chaos, the stillness, the currents, and the tides