diff --git a/recipe/Gollancz; The Witcher Official Cookbook.json b/recipe/Gollancz; The Witcher Official Cookbook.json index 8d24242a9d..88c2ba859e 100644 --- a/recipe/Gollancz; The Witcher Official Cookbook.json +++ b/recipe/Gollancz; The Witcher Official Cookbook.json @@ -18,6 +18,9 @@ "dateReleased": "2023-11-23" } ], + "internalCopies": [ + "recipeFluff" + ], "status": "wip", "dateAdded": 1702483273, "dateLastModified": 1702483273 @@ -83,12 +86,12 @@ "identifier": 2 }, "headers": [ - "Midcopse Ealdorman's Chicken Soup with Egg Noodles", + "Midcopse Ealdorman's Chicken Soup", "Sauerkraut and Split Pea Stew", "Leftover Potato Bread", "Inn at the Crossroads' Apple and Roasted Grain Ale", - "Sorcerer's Beef Stew with Zerrikanian Spices", - "Crow's Perch Game Stew with Vodka", + "Sorcerer's Beef Stew", + "Crow's Perch Game Stew", "Aunt Lutka's Flatbread", "Boris the Troll's Hotchpotch Zoup", "Forefathers' Eve Toffee Candy", @@ -756,20 +759,425 @@ ] } ] + }, + { + "type": "section", + "name": "Velen", + "page": 49, + "entries": [ + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_48.webp" + }, + "credit": "Daniel Valaisis" + }, + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_49.webp" + }, + "credit": "Srdjan Vidakovic" + }, + "Emerging from a literal maze of paths and shallow levees, I found myself standing at a crossroads\u2014the first sign that I had reached Velen. In this land, wooden chapels line the roads, guiding travelers along their way like eerie will-o'-the-wisps. Guarded by the old oak Rarog, king of the local forest, the crossing reeked of damp that had wafted in from the region's mist-shrouded swamps. Unsurprisingly, local superstition holds this scrap of land to be teeming with mysterious netherworldly forces. But for some wayfarers, a different face of Velen peers through the haze of dust churned up by horses' hooves: one speckled with wooden cottages, tidy pastures and fields cultivated by generations of persistent farmers. Over time, villages in the region began to exchange goods and wares in a show of neighborly support, much to the benefit of Velen's simple cuisine. Once limited in terms of ingredients, dishes throughout the region soon evolved, while ever retaining enough unique rustic flavor to invigorate and delight any city-dweller's palate. And though Velen has for years battled vile gossip and blows to a reputation now darker than the devil himself, it is worth putting such whispered tales aside to stop at the Inn at the Crossroads, or to dine at a local family's table, so as to experience the region's warm hospitality.", + { + "type": "entries", + "name": "Midcopse Ealdorman's Chicken Soup", + "page": 50, + "entries": [ + { + "type": "quote", + "entries": [ + "with Egg Noodles" + ], + "style": "quote-pull", + "skipMarks": true, + "skipItalics": true + }, + "Folk wisdom cautions us to hope for the best yet be ever ready for the worst\u2014which in my case proved to be the fickle and changeable weather I encountered in Midcopse. A sudden downpour drove me to the local ealdorman's door. The kind-hearted host and his wife invited me to stay for a meal. As regional custom would have it, \"Guests in the house are gods in the house.\" Their humble dwelling stood fragrant with resinous wood, dust, and a savory golden decoction bubbling enticingly on the whitewashed stove. The cottage's wooden shutters and beams groaned softly as the wet weather outside heightened my desire for a few sips of what I hoped would prove a delicious, warming soup. As it turned out, the hearty broth of meat, vegetables, and herbs owed its flavor to the vegetables being roasted and to a splash of vinegar. Served with a generous helping of tender noodles made by the ealdorman's wife, the soup's aroma whisked me back to my grandmother's cozy homestead, a memory I will forever hold dear.", + { + "type": "statblock", + "tag": "recipe", + "source": "TWOC", + "name": "Midcopse Ealdorman's Chicken Soup", + "page": 50 + }, + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_52.webp" + } + }, + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_50.webp" + } + } + ] + }, + { + "type": "entries", + "name": "Sauerkraut and Split Pea Stew", + "page": 53, + "entries": [ + "Folk tales of birds abound in the North, and Velen proved no exception. Storks nesting on rooftops or swallows building dwellings within homestead walls are not pests, but marks of good fortune. A sharp eye, however, will note that alongside such lucky omens many buildings bear the scars of raids and wars. Yet these less peaceful and less prosperous times gave rise to some beloved local recipes as well. Their hand forced by circumstance, resourceful locals from Lindenvale and nearby villages nonetheless concocted filling dishes using only the simplest ingredients. For example, this sauerkraut and pea stew. Customarily boiled in a large cauldron, the rich stew is meant to last for days. It is oft served with dumplings or bread, while in happier, more abundant years it is enriched with bacon. In Velen, in these times, one might find a small, scrumptious portion left out in a clay pot for household sprites\u2014kind imps that, in exchange for food and shelter, come nightfall help with daily chores.", + { + "type": "statblock", + "tag": "recipe", + "source": "TWOC", + "name": "Sauerkraut and Split Pea Stew", + "page": 53 + }, + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_54.webp" + } + } + ] + }, + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_55.webp" + } + }, + { + "type": "entries", + "name": "Leftover Potato Bread", + "page": 56, + "entries": [ + "Readying myself for the journey onward and with nary a clue where my next stop would be, I resolved to gather provisions for the road. Thus, a few loaves of local, freshly baked bread found their way into my saddlebags. A specialty from the village of Blackbough, this bread owes its singular flavor to the addition of beer, fried onion and\u2014perhaps surprisingly\u2014leftover mashed potatoes. One bite of the filling, aromatic loaf vanquished any initial doubts I may have had regarding the unusual combination. Velenese villagers also believe carrying a loaf while traveling wards off evil and brings fortuitous luck. I must admit the bread did indeed bring me good fortune once I had resumed my journey. Two nights after my departure, my horse's sensitive ears and sudden snorting warned me that nekkers had crept near my camp. I lobbed the hearty loaf I'd been enjoying at the monsters' nether paws, giving my mount and me the time we needed to make our escape.", + { + "type": "statblock", + "tag": "recipe", + "source": "TWOC", + "name": "Leftover Potato Bread", + "page": 56 + }, + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_57.webp" + } + } + ] + }, + { + "type": "entries", + "name": "Inn at the Crossroads' Apple and Roasted Grain Ale", + "page": 58, + "entries": [ + "When I reached the Inn at the Crossroads, I found it awash in the red glow of the setting sun. Naturally, I longed for something cold to refresh my parched throat after a full day in the saddle. As luck would have it, the inn offered a lovely bittersweet drink made of pale lager, apple juice, and a splash of roasted grain infusion. The inn's specialty, the drink was originally concocted to distinguish the establishment's fare from the watered-down beer typically served at neighboring taverns. There are times, however, when an inn's prosperity depends not on the variety of victuals on its menu, but on more unusual stratagems. In the case of the Crossroads 'twas a lucky charm fashioned from a piece of a hanged man's rope! The rumor was that the innkeep's relatives would dip the rope into the roasted grain infusion, believing that whosoever tasted a drink thus \"seasoned\" would be certain to return for another round. Despite my reservations about this practice and doubts as to its efficacy, fatigue, and thirst drove me to follow the other guests in draining my tankard to the last satisfying drop.", + { + "type": "statblock", + "tag": "recipe", + "source": "TWOC", + "name": "Inn at the Crossroads' Apple and Roasted Grain Ale", + "page": 58 + }, + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_59.webp" + } + } + ] + }, + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_60.webp" + } + }, + { + "type": "entries", + "name": "Sorcerer's Beef Stew", + "page": 61, + "entries": [ + { + "type": "quote", + "entries": [ + "with Zerrikanian Spices" + ], + "style": "quote-pull", + "skipMarks": true, + "skipItalics": true + }, + "For years, the inconspicuous hut just beyond the village of Midcopse has served as home for a succession of herbalists. Each occupant, when moving into the cottage and inheriting the items and supplies previous tenants had left behind, assumed the role of \"hedge witch,\" who local folk could turn to with their troubles. At the time of my visit, the hut's occupant was Yagna, who had a black rooster as her companion and clearly no patience as a cook. While ferreting through items left behind by a sorceress predecessor of hers (some signed by \"Keira M.\" in an elegant hand), Yagna had discovered a recipe for an exquisite beef stew. Yet her hungry ambition to sample the recipe's promised fusion of dry Zurbarràn wine and Zerrikanian spices seemed doomed to go unsatisfied, so chaotic were her attempts at it. Until our chance meeting, that is. I never travel without a collection of critical provisions and have never seen any reason not to share my knowledge. So I imparted a few kitchen tips and shared several sachets straight from the Zerrikanian Spice Company in Novigrad, and soon I had turned from Yagna's unannounced guest into her culinary savior. So the right ingredients and patience enough to follow a recipe are all one needs to work culinary magic\u2014no spells or hexes required, Madame Keira M.!", + { + "type": "statblock", + "tag": "recipe", + "source": "TWOC", + "name": "Sorcerer's Beef Stew", + "page": 61 + }, + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_62.webp" + } + }, + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_61.webp" + } + } + ] + }, + { + "type": "entries", + "name": "Crow's Perch Game Stew", + "page": 65, + "entries": [ + { + "type": "quote", + "entries": [ + "with Vodka" + ], + "style": "quote-pull", + "skipMarks": true, + "skipItalics": true + }, + "With its tall brick keep that towers over the countryside, Crow's Perch stands to enchant travelers to Velen even at a distance. On approaching closer, wayfarers find a small settlement at the castle's foot. Among the huts stands a simple, recently erected inn. Though opened not long ago, the inn is famed for its {@recipe Redanian Herbal Vodka|TWOC|herbal vodka}, an essential ingredient of the innkeeper's special stew, at one time, the favored meal of the local ruler, the Bloody Baron. This rich venison stew with forest mushrooms and cream marries the keep's hunting traditions with the penchant many locals have for homebrewing hooch. But everything in moderation!\u2014as one of the drunken regulars deafeningly warned his fellow patrons, myself included. For the area around Crow's Perch is said to be teeming with imps, fiends, and fae creatures known to befuddle honest folk making their way home after an evening's liquor-fueled carousing. So, naturally, it remained unclear if the drunken regular owed his ragged clothes and empty purse to his attachment to strong drink or to invisible, mischievous beings crouched just underfoot.", + { + "type": "statblock", + "tag": "recipe", + "source": "TWOC", + "name": "Crow's Perch Game Stew", + "page": 65 + }, + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_67.webp" + } + } + ] + }, + { + "type": "entries", + "name": "Aunt Lutka's Flatbread", + "page": 68, + "entries": [ + "Lake Wyndamer was still shrouded in morning fog when life began to stir around the village huts. Soon, warm flatbreads made by my hostess, Lutka, began landing on her straw plate. Lutka insisted I call her {@i aunt} and gladly taught me how to prepare this simplest of breads. The dough, made from but a few ingredients, is sometimes spiced up with nigella seeds or wild garlic. Once baked, the flatbreads are served with honey, jam or cottage cheese, as is one's preference. Sitting on the fishing pier with my own batch later that morning, I enjoyed my delicious snack and the lake's calm surface, deep beneath which a water nymph is said to languish, unhappily in love with a human being. Ensconced in my web of thoughts, I slowly tore off pieces of flatbread and used them to scoop honey from a small clay pot ...", + { + "type": "statblock", + "tag": "recipe", + "source": "TWOC", + "name": "Aunt Lutka's Flatbread", + "page": 68 + }, + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_68.webp" + } + } + ] + }, + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_70.webp" + } + }, + { + "type": "entries", + "name": "Boris the Troll's Hotchpotch Zoup", + "page": 71, + "entries": [ + "A board nailed to a post, bearing the lopsided inscription \"Trol's Gud Eat-Inn,\" hinted that Velen could be a place where I might very well expect the unexpected. A path beginning just past the post led to a clearing where someone had arranged boulders to serve as tables and benches. The \"inn\" belonged to a troll named Boris, while a peasant named Bolan, a partner in the enterprise, assisted in indulging his monstrous friend's culinary dreams. Their unusual troll-human partnership gave locals the necessary confidence to sample the contents of the troll's cauldron. I managed to sneak a peek inside myself. The bubbling mash seemed to contain every possible ingredient\u2014different meats, vegetables, fried onions, and a variety of mushrooms\u2014but it soon surprised me with its pleasant aroma and unique flavor. Zoup à la corpse, nekker stew, and elf and onion chowder remained merely catchy names from the troll's repertoire. As offered at the eatery, at Bolan's behest, certain original ingredients had been replaced with things more suitable to the human palate and stomach.", + { + "type": "statblock", + "tag": "recipe", + "source": "TWOC", + "name": "Boris the Troll's Hotchpotch Zoup", + "page": 71 + }, + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_72.webp" + } + } + ] + }, + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_71.webp" + } + }, + { + "type": "entries", + "name": "Forefathers' Eve Toffee Candy", + "page": 75, + "entries": [ + "Food is ever an important part of holiday celebrations, whether as lovingly prepared dishes served at family feasts or plain crops offered humbly to the gods just after harvest. It is no different during Forefathers' Eve, a rite that brings most of Fyke Isle's folk together. On the night in question, the line between the worlds of the living and dead is blurred, allowing humans to commune with the spirits of dead ancestors. Treats made of nuts, dried fruit, and honey are prepared as offerings for these souls. Among the living, meanwhile, toffee candies made from heavy whipping cream and any leftovers from the offerings have come to be so popular as to now be made and eaten year-round, be it Forefathers' Eve or not. I was thus able to sample these delicious, sticky, sweet-and-salty candies\u2014just one of many secret treats waiting to be discovered in Velen.", + { + "type": "statblock", + "tag": "recipe", + "source": "TWOC", + "name": "Forefathers' Eve Toffee Candy", + "page": 75 + }, + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_76.webp" + } + } + ] + }, + { + "type": "entries", + "name": "Ladies of the Wood Gingerbread Cookies", + "page": 77, + "entries": [ + "It wouldn't be a proper Heatherton honey harvest without crunchy decorations hanging from trees and shrubs around the village. These sweet, richly decorated gingerbread cookies, baked by local housewives, vary in shape and hue depending on the spices within. Children especially love that these tempting delicacies dangle from colorful threads and ribbons, and just barely within reach of their fingertips. Yet the sweet objects of desire are said to be guarded by the sinister Ladies of the Wood, out to snare the more mischievous of the children. How did such an unusual custom arise among the inhabitants of the recently rebuilt village? And do the evil Crones of remote Crookback Bog actually snatch children wandering down the sweet-lined path? The stories surrounding this custom fade as time passes and change as they migrate to distant places. In one instance they are said to have inspired a folk tradition whereby villagers dress up in costumes fashioned from straw! Imagine! Yet, well-seasoned reader of stories that I am, I can say even the most improbable story almost always contains a grain of truth.", + { + "type": "statblock", + "tag": "recipe", + "source": "TWOC", + "name": "Ladies of the Wood Gingerbread Cookies", + "page": 77 + }, + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_79.webp" + } + } + ] + } + ] } ] } ], - "recipeFluff": [ + "recipe": [ { - "name": "Campfire-Style Baked Potatoes", + "name": "Zerrikanian Spice Blend", "source": "TWOC", - "entries": [ - "Before I could bid the village and innkeeper Klara a fond farewell, there was one last recipe I wished to add to my journal. As soon as the setting sun gave way to the moon's cool glow, bonfires sprang up in the meadow of a dormant orchard nearby, luring the slowly gathering inhabitants with their warmth. 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Soon, warm flatbreads made by my hostess, Lutka, began landing on her straw plate. Lutka insisted I call her {@i aunt} and gladly taught me how to prepare this simplest of breads. The dough, made from but a few ingredients, is sometimes spiced up with nigella seeds or wild garlic. Once baked, the flatbreads are served with honey, jam or cottage cheese, as is one's preference. Sitting on the fishing pier with my own batch later that morning, I enjoyed my delicious snack and the lake's calm surface, deep beneath which a water nymph is said to languish, unhappily in love with a human being. 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As soon as the setting sun gave way to the moon's cool glow, bonfires sprang up in the meadow of a dormant orchard nearby, luring the slowly gathering inhabitants with their warmth. The sound of crackling wood and chirping grasshoppers filled the night, while the flames illuminated the bottom of a large wicker basket that concealed part of the evening's treat\u2014herbed cottage cheese. Potatoes were dug out from amidst the hot embers at the bonfires' edges. Their soft, steaming flesh paired perfectly with the cheese\u2014a simple snack that made the evening all the more pleasant. Bellies full, the village folk lingered by the fires until their fading glow made it clear it was time to turn in. Before heading back to the inn, I glanced one last time toward the pitch-black wall of the forest and swore I glimpsed a figure in a red cloak at its edge, abruptly vanishing into the darkness 'neath the trees." + ], + "images": [ + { + "type": "image", "href": { "type": "external", "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_46.webp" @@ -802,6 +1210,47 @@ } ] }, + { + "name": "Crow's Perch Game Stew", + "source": "TWOC", + "entries": [ + { + "type": "quote", + "entries": [ + "with Vodka" + ], + "style": "quote-pull", + "skipMarks": true, + "skipItalics": true + }, + "With its tall brick keep that towers over the countryside, Crow's Perch stands to enchant travelers to Velen even at a distance. On approaching closer, wayfarers find a small settlement at the castle's foot. Among the huts stands a simple, recently erected inn. Though opened not long ago, the inn is famed for its {@recipe Redanian Herbal Vodka|TWOC|herbal vodka}, an essential ingredient of the innkeeper's special stew, at one time, the favored meal of the local ruler, the Bloody Baron. This rich venison stew with forest mushrooms and cream marries the keep's hunting traditions with the penchant many locals have for homebrewing hooch. But everything in moderation!\u2014as one of the drunken regulars deafeningly warned his fellow patrons, myself included. For the area around Crow's Perch is said to be teeming with imps, fiends, and fae creatures known to befuddle honest folk making their way home after an evening's liquor-fueled carousing. So, naturally, it remained unclear if the drunken regular owed his ragged clothes and empty purse to his attachment to strong drink or to invisible, mischievous beings crouched just underfoot." + ], + "images": [ + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_67.webp" + } + } + ] + }, + { + "name": "Forefathers' Eve Toffee Candy", + "source": "TWOC", + "entries": [ + "Food is ever an important part of holiday celebrations, whether as lovingly prepared dishes served at family feasts or plain crops offered humbly to the gods just after harvest. It is no different during Forefathers' Eve, a rite that brings most of Fyke Isle's folk together. On the night in question, the line between the worlds of the living and dead is blurred, allowing humans to commune with the spirits of dead ancestors. Treats made of nuts, dried fruit, and honey are prepared as offerings for these souls. Among the living, meanwhile, toffee candies made from heavy whipping cream and any leftovers from the offerings have come to be so popular as to now be made and eaten year-round, be it Forefathers' Eve or not. I was thus able to sample these delicious, sticky, sweet-and-salty candies\u2014just one of many secret treats waiting to be discovered in Velen." + ], + "images": [ + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_76.webp" + } + } + ] + }, { "name": "Fried Kaszanka with Egg", "source": "TWOC", @@ -849,6 +1298,54 @@ "source": "TWOC" } }, + { + "name": "Inn at the Crossroads' Apple and Roasted Grain Ale", + "source": "TWOC", + "entries": [ + "When I reached the Inn at the Crossroads, I found it awash in the red glow of the setting sun. Naturally, I longed for something cold to refresh my parched throat after a full day in the saddle. As luck would have it, the inn offered a lovely bittersweet drink made of pale lager, apple juice, and a splash of roasted grain infusion. The inn's specialty, the drink was originally concocted to distinguish the establishment's fare from the watered-down beer typically served at neighboring taverns. There are times, however, when an inn's prosperity depends not on the variety of victuals on its menu, but on more unusual stratagems. In the case of the Crossroads 'twas a lucky charm fashioned from a piece of a hanged man's rope! The rumor was that the innkeep's relatives would dip the rope into the roasted grain infusion, believing that whosoever tasted a drink thus \"seasoned\" would be certain to return for another round. Despite my reservations about this practice and doubts as to its efficacy, fatigue, and thirst drove me to follow the other guests in draining my tankard to the last satisfying drop." + ], + "images": [ + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_59.webp" + } + } + ] + }, + { + "name": "Ladies of the Wood Gingerbread Cookies", + "source": "TWOC", + "entries": [ + "It wouldn't be a proper Heatherton honey harvest without crunchy decorations hanging from trees and shrubs around the village. These sweet, richly decorated gingerbread cookies, baked by local housewives, vary in shape and hue depending on the spices within. Children especially love that these tempting delicacies dangle from colorful threads and ribbons, and just barely within reach of their fingertips. Yet the sweet objects of desire are said to be guarded by the sinister Ladies of the Wood, out to snare the more mischievous of the children. How did such an unusual custom arise among the inhabitants of the recently rebuilt village? And do the evil Crones of remote Crookback Bog actually snatch children wandering down the sweet-lined path? The stories surrounding this custom fade as time passes and change as they migrate to distant places. In one instance they are said to have inspired a folk tradition whereby villagers dress up in costumes fashioned from straw! Imagine! Yet, well-seasoned reader of stories that I am, I can say even the most improbable story almost always contains a grain of truth." + ], + "images": [ + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_79.webp" + } + } + ] + }, + { + "name": "Leftover Potato Bread", + "source": "TWOC", + "entries": [ + "Readying myself for the journey onward and with nary a clue where my next stop would be, I resolved to gather provisions for the road. Thus, a few loaves of local, freshly baked bread found their way into my saddlebags. A specialty from the village of Blackbough, this bread owes its singular flavor to the addition of beer, fried onion and\u2014perhaps surprisingly\u2014leftover mashed potatoes. One bite of the filling, aromatic loaf vanquished any initial doubts I may have had regarding the unusual combination. Velenese villagers also believe carrying a loaf while traveling wards off evil and brings fortuitous luck. I must admit the bread did indeed bring me good fortune once I had resumed my journey. Two nights after my departure, my horse's sensitive ears and sudden snorting warned me that nekkers had crept near my camp. I lobbed the hearty loaf I'd been enjoying at the monsters' nether paws, giving my mount and me the time we needed to make our escape." + ], + "images": [ + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_57.webp" + } + } + ] + }, { "name": "Mahakaman Zalewajka", "source": "TWOC", @@ -865,6 +1362,38 @@ } ] }, + { + "name": "Midcopse Ealdorman's Chicken Soup", + "source": "TWOC", + "entries": [ + { + "type": "quote", + "entries": [ + "with Egg Noodles" + ], + "style": "quote-pull", + "skipMarks": true, + "skipItalics": true + }, + "Folk wisdom cautions us to hope for the best yet be ever ready for the worst\u2014which in my case proved to be the fickle and changeable weather I encountered in Midcopse. A sudden downpour drove me to the local ealdorman's door. The kind-hearted host and his wife invited me to stay for a meal. As regional custom would have it, \"Guests in the house are gods in the house.\" Their humble dwelling stood fragrant with resinous wood, dust, and a savory golden decoction bubbling enticingly on the whitewashed stove. The cottage's wooden shutters and beams groaned softly as the wet weather outside heightened my desire for a few sips of what I hoped would prove a delicious, warming soup. As it turned out, the hearty broth of meat, vegetables, and herbs owed its flavor to the vegetables being roasted and to a splash of vinegar. Served with a generous helping of tender noodles made by the ealdorman's wife, the soup's aroma whisked me back to my grandmother's cozy homestead, a memory I will forever hold dear." + ], + "images": [ + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_50.webp" + } + }, + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_52.webp" + } + } + ] + }, { "name": "Miller's Bigos", "source": "TWOC", @@ -906,6 +1435,54 @@ } ] }, + { + "name": "Sauerkraut and Split Pea Stew", + "source": "TWOC", + "entries": [ + "Folk tales of birds abound in the North, and Velen proved no exception. Storks nesting on rooftops or swallows building dwellings within homestead walls are not pests, but marks of good fortune. A sharp eye, however, will note that alongside such lucky omens many buildings bear the scars of raids and wars. Yet these less peaceful and less prosperous times gave rise to some beloved local recipes as well. Their hand forced by circumstance, resourceful locals from Lindenvale and nearby villages nonetheless concocted filling dishes using only the simplest ingredients. For example, this sauerkraut and pea stew. Customarily boiled in a large cauldron, the rich stew is meant to last for days. It is oft served with dumplings or bread, while in happier, more abundant years it is enriched with bacon. In Velen, in these times, one might find a small, scrumptious portion left out in a clay pot for household sprites\u2014kind imps that, in exchange for food and shelter, come nightfall help with daily chores." + ], + "images": [ + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_54.webp" + } + } + ] + }, + { + "name": "Sorcerer's Beef Stew", + "source": "TWOC", + "entries": [ + { + "type": "quote", + "entries": [ + "with Zerrikanian Spices" + ], + "style": "quote-pull", + "skipMarks": true, + "skipItalics": true + }, + "For years, the inconspicuous hut just beyond the village of Midcopse has served as home for a succession of herbalists. Each occupant, when moving into the cottage and inheriting the items and supplies previous tenants had left behind, assumed the role of \"hedge witch,\" who local folk could turn to with their troubles. At the time of my visit, the hut's occupant was Yagna, who had a black rooster as her companion and clearly no patience as a cook. While ferreting through items left behind by a sorceress predecessor of hers (some signed by \"Keira M.\" in an elegant hand), Yagna had discovered a recipe for an exquisite beef stew. Yet her hungry ambition to sample the recipe's promised fusion of dry Zurbarràn wine and Zerrikanian spices seemed doomed to go unsatisfied, so chaotic were her attempts at it. Until our chance meeting, that is. I never travel without a collection of critical provisions and have never seen any reason not to share my knowledge. So I imparted a few kitchen tips and shared several sachets straight from the Zerrikanian Spice Company in Novigrad, and soon I had turned from Yagna's unannounced guest into her culinary savior. So the right ingredients and patience enough to follow a recipe are all one needs to work culinary magic\u2014no spells or hexes required, Madame Keira M.!" + ], + "images": [ + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_62.webp" + } + }, + { + "type": "image", + "href": { + "type": "external", + "url": "https://raw.githubusercontent.com/revilowaldow/homebrew/BREW-689/_img/TWOC/img_61.webp" + } + } + ] + }, { "name": "Temerian Sourdough Multiseed Bread", "source": "TWOC", @@ -962,65 +1539,5 @@ "source": "TWOC" } } - ], - "recipe": [ - { - "name": "Zerrikanian Spice Blend", - "source": "TWOC", - "page": 41, - "type": "White Orchard", - "diet": "V", - "allergenGroups": [ - "gluten" - ], - "makes": "about 2 tbsp", - "ingredients": [ - { - "type": "ingredient", - "entry": "{=amount1/v} tbsp ground cinnamon", - "amount1": 1 - }, - { - "type": "ingredient", - "entry": "{=amount1/v} tsp ground cloves", - "amount1": 1.5 - }, - { - "type": "ingredient", - "entry": "{=amount1/v} tsp ground ginger", - "amount1": 1 - }, - { - "type": "ingredient", - "entry": "{=amount1/v} pinches ground nutmeg (optional)", - "amount1": 2 - }, - { - "type": "ingredient", - "entry": "{=amount1/v} pinch freshly ground black pepper (optional)", - "amount1": 1 - }, - { - "type": "ingredient", - "entry": "{=amount1/v} pinch ground cardamom (optional)", - "amount1": 1 - }, - { - "type": "ingredient", - "entry": "{=amount1/v} pinch ground allspice (optional)", - "amount1": 1 - } - ], - "instructions": [ - "In a small bowl, combine all the spices and, using a fork, mix well.", - "Transfer to an airtight container and store in a cool, dry place for up to 1 month." - ], - "fluff": { - "_recipeFluff": { - "name": "Zerrikanian Spice Blend", - "source": "TWOC" - } - } - } ] }