(This recipe is courtesy of my dear friend and brother Seratoph. Thank you for always being there for me)
Hey guys! Seratoph here. If you don’t know me, I’m a Kaldorei druid that’s also been doing a bit of bartending at the Golden Keg for a little while now. My life’s been pretty crazy but it just might be stabilizing soon. Not sure. But for now, I’m living in the woods and letting everything play out. And so far, so mixed. Mostly good though!
I’m filling in for Jax today because he’s been really busy and he is finally getting the rest he deserves. I thought during that time, why not make a little something to add to the menu?
So I dunno if you guys have noticed, but it’s getting cold. Winterveil was pretty cold. Like, bundle up and stay in side watching the snow with someone you love cold. Like snuggle up in a blanket with hot cocoa cold. But First-Month?
First month is ‘it’s too cold to get out of bed to pee’ cold. Like, seriously considering the repercussions of not getting out from under the warm blankets ever. How long can you live without eating?
A while, but it’ll be worth getting up when there’s a hot bowl of Gorgrond Clam Chowder waiting for you.
So back on the topic of New Year’s traditions. We have
poultry so that luck will fly to you. We have something green or orange for money
(bank notes and gold respectively). Last but not least, we have something that
takes a little bit of time and a whole lot of patience. Colin says that of
course, is to always remember that good things take time. The Tauren have their
cake ritual, but in Dalaran, Colin says, it was risotto.
What are the traditions of your family? What do you like to
do during the New Year?
I have to say that risotto was a bit daunting to me. It’s always been the fanciest of the fancy, no one asks for risotto outside of ya know… High ranking people. But just like doing a deglaze and a flambe, it turns out this really wasn’t that hard. Vynluthein helped out, but… well we’ll get to that.
This has been a week of new traditions, and some I’m going to share with you. Every race has different traditions on how to ring in the New Year. When I stayed with Mahina, she showed me the Tauren tradition of drinking copious amounts of mulled wine, sitting around with loved ones grinding grain together by hand and telling stories of our shared past. Once there was enough grain, they would bake it into a cake with a copper piece hidden somewhere inside and share it together. The person who found the copper would be in for an extra-blessed year ahead.
Colin told me that this year, we’re going to make roast duck. He says that when the world is cold, the ducks get fat, and they come bringing luck on their wings. So that our future can really soar, we take their essence on the first day of the New Year.
Winterveil is really ramping up, and I gotta say, I am enjoying it immensely. I’m going to be honest, this is my very first Winterveil and I was really nervous about it. I didn’t know what to expect, I didn’t know what was coming. Big dude in a red suit knows if you’ve been bad or good? He knows everything about you? He can see into your soul and judge your sins?!
Yeah. Kinda terrifying.
But I spent some time in Silvermoon this week with my brother Vyn and his fiance. I asked him if he wanted me to make a traditional Winterveil dinner for them but he said no.
So one problem with making candy is that it vanishes FAST. I swear, ever since this season started up, I’ve been cooking up a storm! Candy and cookies galore, but the hands down winner (judging by how quick it disappears and the amount of orders I get for it) has been Talador Toffee.
This recipe was brought to me from my good Draenei friend, Katychla. She tells me that when she was a girl, they made this as a reward for special occasions. It was very sweet for her to share such an important tradition with me, and I think it’s just sweet enough to share with you.
So if you remember back a whole week and a half, we made Green Bean Casserole. And the most important, most difficult part of that recipe was the fried onions. Why was it difficult? Was it because of the frying? No that was surprisingly easy. Was it because of the battering? I mean, I fucked it up, but no, not at all.
No no. The hardest part was not eating it all. Oh by the Light it was so good. And every few minutes I’d think “Oh just one more won’t hurt. There’s plenty. I have to make sure it’s not poison after all.”
And eventually, while (presumably) not poison, the fried onions became less for the recipe and more to sate your growing addiction.