A Long and Winding Trail (with Gale!): A Food Journey through the Chionthar Valley
Ah, Highharvestide. What a marvellous time of the year, particularly for those of us who take great pleasure in the preparations required for one of the greatest feasts of the year. When the last of the rippling fields of golden wheat has been harvested, when the last fat pumpkins have been plucked from the vine, when the store houses are fit to overflowing with grains and all manner of fruits and vegetables for pickling and curing in order to last through the long winter...
Picture it now — a roaring fire in the hearth. The smell of innumerable pastries, glazed cherry pie or turkey mince pasties, the perfect size to eat one-handed as you stroll through the market. Pickle eating contests, as the first of last year's stocks are pulled out of the back of the larder, deliciously sweet and sour. If the cold has found us early, we might partake of delicious shipments of snow crabs, shipped in from Luskan, swarming up from the depths of the sea with the early frosts in time for us to enjoy a crab boil with fresh potatoes and corn.
The end of autumn is generally not the time when one considers the humble bell pepper, otherwise known as the capsicum in other parts of the world. With its vibrant, jewel-like colours, the bell pepper is the quintessential summer vegetable, and is delicious eaten crisp and raw on a plate of fresh crudités. It is rare indeed to find it still available in the market so late in the season, and generally comes at great expense, having been grown in some elaborate hot-house or with the aid of druidic-type magics, neither of which come cheap.
But it is entirely thanks to the humble bell pepper that I have the privilege of writing for you today, because my great-grandparents — one Galatea Aganassi, whom you have already had the pleasure of acquaintance through my previous recipes, and Leonidas Dekarios — first met over a bag of bell peppers. Specifically, a very waterlogged, soggy bag of bell peppers, because Leo had very recently been plucked from drowning in Deepwater Harbour in Waterdeep.
Join Gale Dekarios on his new food blog, as he attempts to to feed his ravenous companions with limited produce, unreliable cookware, and a dollop of cheer, intermingled with his own memoirs from his earlier life. A weekly food blog for those who appreciate a little bit of magic on their plate!
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