Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Meet a genuine leanan sidhe, Margaid, the heroine of A Fine Cauldron of Fish.

Cornelia: “Margaid thank you for inviting me into your lovely home here, beneath the sea. Let me describe it for the readers, you mounted a beeswax candle on each of the long rock-sickles dangling above your dining area. What a gorgeous natural chandelier.”

Margaid:“Thank you, Corny.”

Cornelia: “There’s a breathtaking view from a round glass window cut into the ceiling, look at those fish swim by, rainbow-hued, glossy scales shimmering with light. And your home is full of exquisite antiques and tapestries.”

Margaid:“I’ve collected them for eons.”

Cornelia: “Margaid, may I ask just how old you are?”

Margaid: “I lost count. Aging for the fey is not the same as for humans, the number of years or centuries doesn’t matter. I just don’t age, not really.”

Cornelia: “You look fabulous. And your home is certainly in an unusual location. I didn’t know people lived in underwater caves.”

Margaid: “Well people don’t, if you mean mortals.”

Cornelia: “But the leanan sidhe do?”

Margaid: “Oh yes we are quite at home in our caves."

Cornelia: “This is quite unusual. You have a large red cauldron sitting in the main room of your lovely cavern.”

Margaid: “Oh, I don’t think so. I wouldn’t use the word unusual. I’m sure you have a cauldron sitting in your living room.”

Cornelia: “No.”

Margaid: “Then how do you cook?”

Cornelia: “To be honest I don’t, but on those rare occasions, I use an electric range.”

Margaid: “Corny, I really don’t think anyone is interested in the cauldron.”

Cornelia: “Margaid, tell us about it.”

Margaid: Why do you want to bring all that up?”

Cornelia: “You’re not going to talk about the cauldron are you?”

Margaid: “No, ask something else. Anything else.”

Cornelia: “What do you want to say to everyone out there?”

Margaid: “If you come to the Isle of Man, drop by my cave, we’ll have such fun and I’ll make you some yummy bonnag for dessert.”

Cornelia: “And that is what we have here, right? It’s a golden brown pie, flattish, looks a bit like a large meat pie.”

Margaid: “I made it over the other cauldron, not the red one, of course.”

Cornelia: “Actually, I watched you prepare this, when you put the iron lid on the cauldron, which hangs above the turf fire in the hearth, it’s like a pot oven.”

Margaid: “Yes, it does a nice job of baking.”

Cornelia: “Margaid, would you give us your recipe?”

Margaid:”Yes, I’d love to. Is everyone ready? In a large bowl, mix in 1 lb of flour, 4 oz margarine, 1 tsp salt, 1 tsp baking soda, 1 tsp cream of tartar, 4 oz sugar, and 4 oz currants.”

Cornelia: ”Thank you, and Margaid for those in the U.S., like me, can we use berries of our choice to substitute for currants?”

Margaid: “Yes, any berries, and bake it for 45 minutes, you can use any oven, if you don’t have the benefit of a nice iron cauldron as I do.”

Cornelia: “I’m cutting this into as many pieces as possible, so everyone can have a piece. Readers, hold out your cyber plates and let me give you a slice of Margaid’s fruit bonnag.”

Margaid: “How is it?”

Cornelia: “It’s so good. Delicious.”

Margaid:”Everyone, have a cyber slice. Enjoy your yummy bonnag. Bye-bye. Slane lhiat (slenn-L’YATT).”

Cornelia: Goodbye for now.“

Waving bye.

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