Smoking Bishop Recipe plus Goodbye Lie Excerpt and Peep Posting

I get many requests for the festive Smoking Bishop recipe.  Here it is.  Enjoy, while being responsible, as always.  Jane Marie

 

 Excerpt from The Goodbye Lie: 

     Leona was at the piano playing Auld Lang Syne. Aunt Noreen and Peeper passed steaming mugs of Smoking Bishop and the scent of the spiced wine filled the room. A toast was raised and cups clinked. 1883 had begun.

Get your Goodbye Lie Trilogy here: http://www.amazon.com/Jane-Marie-Malcolm/e/B002ZFSBKE    In Drinking with Dickens by Cedric Dickens, who was the great-grandson of Charles Dickens,  I discovered Smoking Bishop was Victorian hot spiced port wine.  Besides the Bishop, there were other clerical drinks in those times:  Archbishop-claret, Cardinal-champagne and Pope-burgundy.     We served Smoking Bishop at a holiday party and got a chuckle out of seeing one of our guests tip the pot to get the last drop - and we’d made a double batch!  There are variations of Smoking Bishop, but this is the one we used.    As with all alcoholic drinks, moderation is key.

Smoking Bishop Recipe  You’ll need:

• 4 whole washed, unpeeled oranges
• 2 tablespoons whole cloves
• 1 bottle dry red wine
• 1/2 cup sugar
• 2 cinnamon sticks.
• 1 bottle port wine (red wine and port wine combined should equal 4 to 5 quarts)
• 5 to 6 quart slow cooker or large pot for stovetop cooking

Stick the whole cloves into the oranges.  Poke the oranges several times with a fork so the juice will seep out while cooking.  Place the oranges in the pot. 

Add  the red wine, sugar and cinnamon sticks.

Cover and cook on low or simmer for 3 1/2 hours.  Add the bottle of port. 

DO NOT BOIL at any time.  

Heat the mixture for another half hour to warm the port. 

Serve warm straight from the pot.

Garnish with extra orange slices or wedges and individual cinnamon sticks, if desired. 

Serves 10.  This recipe is easily doubled.

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The Goodbye Lie Diaries:
1880s
Fernandina, Florida

Peeper writes:
Yes, Miss Jane,  I did pass cups a Smokin' Bishop around Dunnigan Manor with Noreena. I never want ta do a thing with her.  I only dun it 'acause  Santee Claus hadn't yet come and I wanted me a pair a new shoelaces, so I had ta be nice.  Miss Ella got me the shoes ta go with 'um, but I didn't ask.

Happy St. Paddy's Day! - GBL Diaries- Michael

Michael Dunnigan

1880s
Fernandina on Amelia Island

Michael Dunnigan writes:
Ah, behold the shine on that large shamrock. Mother Rose would be lovin' the sight of it on her own front gate. Thank you, Miss Jane, for the hangin' of it.  And happy Saint Paddy's day to you all!

Through the magic of electronics, the characters in Amelia Island's Goodbye Lie trilogy are able to communicate to us from their time in Victorian north Florida in The Goodbye Lie (GBL) Diaries. Michael Dunnigan is the patriarch in the series, where each novel focuses on one of his grown children.  His patience is sometimes short-lived, but his love for his family is unlimited.

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Honey Walnut Ice Cream- Peeper Writes



Here is an easy dessert is vanilla ice cream or frozen yogurt drizzled with honey and sprinkled with walnuts.  This treat is featured in my upcoming novel, Amelia Island's Mark of a Man, set in 1898 and served at the Crusty Anchor Pub.

Excerpt:

Pat winked as he returned to his table in time for a beefy waiter to deliver steaming bowls of their ordered beef stew. Uncle John, giving nary an acknowledgement of the incident, sliced the loaf of accompanying beer bread and slathered each piece with butter before passing the first portion to Jency, who still smiled in relief that there was no altercation. They ended their meal, appreciating their vanilla ice cream drizzled with honey and walnuts.

 



The Goodbye Lie Diaries:

Fernandina, Florida
1898

Grandmother Peeper writes:  Shoot. I betcha they paid a pretty penny fur that goodie.  Come on down ta my house and I won't charge ya nothin'.  Well, I think I'd have ta send Aunt Noreena a bill, just ta be mean.

Grammy Camp - Perfume People + Goodbye Lie Diaries - Marie


Granddaughter Ava and I planned on making Perfume People last summer at our annual Grammy Camp, that's when I first thought of the idea, but just ran out of time.  This year, we made sure to do this fun project and you can see the results. 




Ava's Bing-Bong

 

Some empty, fancy perfume bottles and scraps of ribbon, lace and netting, plus markers, buttons, rhinestone jewels, hot glue* and whatever is in your stash of craft goodies and you and yours can make your own Perfume People.  No two will ever be alike, either! Create a create family, a theme, create a holiday scene. Enjoy!

*Always keep a cup of water beside you when you work with hot glue.  Should you burn yourself on the glue, and it happens, quickly dip your finger into the water and it will stop the hurt.

Ava's Glugette

Grammy's Fruitie Hootie

Grammy's Clowngwin

Grammy's Calipsoul

Ava's Art-Pooch

***
1880s
Fernandina on Amelia Island, Florida

Marie writes:  Oh my goodness! Your Perfume People are

Marie Dunnigan

delightful!  I can entertain the children for hours making these.  I will put forth the word immediately that all the women we know should save their empty perfume bottles. Between Breelan, Carolena, Nora, Sophie Belle, our mother, Miss Ella, and the girls in our Aqua Verde office, we should have enough in no time.  And with all the sewing and mending that goes on around Dunnigan Manor, there will be enough ribbons and so forth that the little ones won't fight.  I don't know what your hot glue is but it sounds dangerous.  We will use our usual paste and, hopefully, get the same wonderful results. I can't wait to tell everyone about the new friends, Perfume People, they are about to meet.

(Marie Dunnigan is a featured player in Amelia Island's Mark of a Man, part of the Goodbye Lie Trilogy, set on Amelia Island, Florida in 1898.)

A Gift - B for Breelan

    Mary Jo W. from Sacramento, California,  surprised me with this handmade and very, very pretty letter B representing Breelan Dunnigan, the heroine in The Goodbye Lie! 

    "Your Breelan touched the deepest part of my heart with her self-sacrifice and devotion," writes Mary. "I wanted to do something to honor her.  Nothing fancy, nothing that Leona Visper, her rival, would appreciate, just something simple and sweet. It is a craft they might have made back in 1882, as well.  Clover could have cut out the letter and then Breelan or Carolena or Nora would crinkle the pretty paper and glue it on.  Thank you, Jane Marie, for bringing Breelan Dunnigan to life for me and all those others in the world who have come to love her, too.  And it is always great fun to read about her and the Dunnigan family, including Aunt Noreen and Peeper, in your Goodbye Lie Diaries."

 

 

Dear Mary,

   When I hear from a reader who "gets" our Goodbye Lie world, it makes me smile. The fact that you took time from your life to make this for me, well, I will treat it like the treasure it is.  I think I will hang it in my Story Central office.  Each time my eyes fall upon it, I will be reminded of my new friend, Mary Jo, who clearly has a gentle and generous spirit, just like Breelan.  I thank you for your kindness.

                                                                Jane Marie

Goodbye Lie Diaries: Small Town USA

Fernandina Beach on Amelia Island, Florida

2014

 

Jane Marie writes:

 

   We love living on a small island in a small town.  The island part is wonderful for obvious reasons, like we’re located at the edge of the world on the Atlantic Ocean, for goodness sake!  The small town part is inviting and offers charm, friendliness, trust, easy access to every basic item we need, no traffic jams and it’s just plain homey. 

   One mini-event I witnessed is the perfect example of friendliness and trust.  I was at a local hardware store.  As I waited in line beside another customer, the customer said, “Put it on my bill.”

   The clerk replied, “Sure thing.”

   It was then I unintentionally noticed the clerk had made out the invoice to Henry, no last name, just Henry.  Where else but small town American?  Hopefully, lots of places around the world.  Hopefully …

 

   By the way, have you ever heard this?  The nice part about living in a small town is when you don’t know what you’re doing, someone else always does. -Anonymous

 

***

 

Aunt Noreen

Fernandina on Amelia Island, Florida

1880s

 

Aunt Noreen writes:

 

   I am so glad to hear that our little Fernandina continues to be a fine place to live in your time, Miss Jane. I am proud to call myself  a Fernandiner.  However, when I think back to  Friday last and Mrs. Clapsaddle telling me at the park how Mrs. Ickles was talking about the widow Mrs. Misseldine who was seen at the grocery purchasing, not one, not two, but three watermelons, why I do not want to think what manner of men she may be entertaining.  Mrs. Fishpatcher said she was certain Mrs. Misseldine was donating them to the school, but I have my doubts.  Someone should find out if this is the case or not. If this activity is less than seemly, I will take it upon myself to lead a movement to shun, spurn and exclude Mrs. Misseldine from polite society.  It is women like myself who must keep our island a haven of decency for future generations.

 

 

Aunt Noreen is a featured player in Amelia Island's Goodbye Lie Trilogy, historical romance series set on Amelia Island, Florida in Victorian 1880s.

ASK Jane Marie

Dear Jane Marie,

 

How is it possible that 19^th century characters with no computers or smart phones are able to communicate and see your responses and photos posted in your Goodbye Lie Diaries?

 

Ruthie, Roswell, New Mexico

 

 

Dear Ruthie,

 

In The Goodbye Lie series, I hope the reader is transported into the surroundings, sorrows and sweet sentimentalities of the characters. I simply call it magic, magic of the mind …  In the same way, the players in my stories are able to reach through time to communicate with us and we with them.  I can’t tell you how this particular magic works, only that it does. Because of this, we can read their 19^th century entries and thrill that they can see our entries, too.  Oh, I don’t know, do they awaken to find a note on the tiger oak secretary in the corner of their library? Perhaps it is discovered on the low parlor table beside the rocker.  Is it printed, in cursive or does it have a typed script?  How are their responses transmitted and posted to my blog?  I imagine they hand write their postings or do they send the replies by way of a telegram, but to what address exactly?  I haven’t gotten any hard copies of telegrams in my purple mailbox. Is it simply telepathic, yet telepathy is not so simple. You, of all people, Ruthie, living in the suspected land of aliens, I imagine can relate to this wonderful magic.  I don’t question it any longer, I just go along for the adventure between centuries!  I’m glad you’re on the excursion with us all!  

Hugs and blisses,
                                                                                                              Jane Marie

Smoking Bishop Recipe- a Goodbye Lie Fave + GBL Diaries

Excerpt from The Goodbye Lie:      Leona was at the piano playing Auld Lang Syne. Aunt Noreen and Peeper passed steaming mugs of Smoking Bishop and the scent of the spiced wine filled the room. A toast was raised and cups clinked. 1883 had begun. http://www.amazon.com/The-Goodbye-Jane-Marie-Malcolm/dp/0974918229/   In Drinking with Dickens by Cedric Dickens, who was the great-grandson of Charles Dickens,  I discovered Smoking Bishop was Victorian hot spiced port wine.  Besides the Bishop, there were other clerical drinks in those times:  Archbishop-claret, Cardinal-champagne and Pope-burgundy.     We served Smoking Bishop at a holiday party and got a chuckle out of seeing one of our guests tip the pot to get the last drop - and we’d made a double batch!  There are variations of Smoking Bishop, but this is the one we used.    As with all alcoholic drinks, moderation is key.       Enjoy,      Jane Marie

Smoking Bishop Recipe

You’ll need: 

• 4 whole washed, unpeeled oranges
• 2 tablespoons whole cloves
• 1 bottle dry red wine
• 1/2 cup sugar
• 2 cinnamon sticks.
• 1 bottle port wine (red wine and port wine combined should equal 4 to 5 quarts)
• 5 to 6 quart slow cooker or large pot for stovetop cooking

Stick the whole cloves into the oranges.  Poke the oranges several times with a fork so the juice will seep out while cooking.  Place the oranges in the pot. 

Add  the red wine, sugar and cinnamon sticks.

Cover and cook on low or simmer for 3 1/2 hours.  Add the bottle of port. 

DO NOT BOIL at any time.  

Heat the mixture for another half hour to warm the port. 

Serve warm straight from the pot.

Garnish with extra orange slices or wedges and individual cinnamon sticks, if desired. 

Serves 10.  This recipe is easily doubled.

*******  

The Goodbye Lie Diaries:
1880s
Fernandina, Florida

Peeper writes:
Yes, Miss Jane,  I did pass cups a Smokin' Bishop around Dunnigan Manor with Noreena. I never want ta do a thing with her.  I only dun it 'acause  Santee Claus hadn't yet come and I wanted me a pair a new shoelaces, so I had ta be nice.  Miss Ella got me the shoes ta go with 'um, but I didn't ask.

 Reprinted from our GraciousJaneMarie.com website at http://www.greenlightwrite.com/bevsmokingbishop.htm

Goodbye Lie Diaries - Jane Marie & Peeper

Fernandina on Amelia Island
Present Day

Jane Marie writes:  I recently heard a name and was reminded of a childhood neighbor. Let's call him Jakie.  He was a year younger than I and would cock his head to the right and squint when he was in the sun.  While that was all understandable, the thing I remember most about him was that he ate worms. I'm serious.  I think he did it to amuse little girls.  I was one of them. I have been accused by a sibling of enjoying a nibble or two of worm myself.  Said sibling was, is and forever will be WRONG.  Jakie ate them, not me!  You'd think I would remember such a revolting thing, wouldn't you?

As the years advanced, our daughter, Barbra, told us her first grade boyfriend, Randy Snort, liked to lick rocks.  If this is a generational thing, and we continue to be fascinated by such oddities, I wonder if granddaughter Ava's first boyfriend will chew his own toenails. It could happen.

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Fernandina on Amelia Island
1880s

Grandmother Peeper writes: That ain't nothin'.  I once knowed a fella we called Lucky Lucas who shined his boots with his own ear wax.  That's disgustin' but his shoes always looked most handsome.                                                                                 
                                                                             
                                                                      Grandmother Peeper

Through the magic of modern electronics, The Goodbye Lie Diaries feature comments on every day happenings between author Jane Marie Malcolm and the characters from her historical novels.  

                                                                                                                                   Grandmother Peeper

Goodbye Lie Diaries-Peeper

1880s
Fernandina, Florida
Grandmother Peeper writes:

When I was a small child, there was this here Indian called Walkin' Wise, who come every Sundee
and sat on the step of our church just awaitin' for us children ta come outside when service was finished.  I suspect he come for the potluck dinner at 12 o'clock noon but he would tell us stories. I recall one time when he told us every body has a good wolf and a bad wolf inside a them. And these wolves is always afightin'. When some one of us asked who won the fight, Walkin' Wise said it's the one ya feed.  That was about my favorite story a his.



        Peeper, a featured player in
    Amelia Island's Goodbye Lie Trilogy,
 offers advice and elixir-fixers
 and if you don't agree with her,
 well--ask Aunt Noreen what happens...

 



Peeper's New Year Tidings

If you don't know Peeper, she's everybody's favorite grandmother from Amelia Island's Goodbye Lie historical series.  (http://www.greenlightwrite.com/homegraciousjanemarie.htm) She often contributes to our Goodbye Lie Diaries and sends this out to all her friends from the 1880s to present.



Grandmother Peeper

Peeper writes:                                                                            

Well, today Miss Ella fixed the family a pork roast and I cooked black-eyed peas. Aunt Noreen was over, naturally. If'n there's food, you'll surely find Noreena.  Anyway, since we ate the proper food on this first day, we're certain ta have a happy year ahead. So, I got ta thinkin' how everybody who likes me should be enjoyin' one a my pomes sos I wrote one special.  The only person I know who don't like me is Noreena and since I don't like her nun neither, she'll git mad about it and say I'm just ashowin' off.  And she'd be right this one time! 

 

Mondays start yur week with song.

Tuesdays dance yur jig.

Wednesdays don't ya dare speak ill.

Thursdays feed yur pig (Aunt Noreen).

Fridays is the time fer soup.

Saturdays ya  read,

Sundays spend the day with God,

Thus yur soul ta feed.

 

Happy New Year to all y'all! 

Goodbye Lie Diaries - A New One to Peeper

2012
Fernandina Beach, Florida

Jane Marie writes:  I was asked, "What can I do to keep my new kitty from running away from my house?"

Cricket, from Virginia, wrote to me with an old wives' tale that just might work. Put a little bacon grease on the bottom of the kitty's feet. Let the cat out the door and walk down the sidewalk to clean his paws. After you've bandaged where he's clawed you, he'll be ready to follow the scent of the bacon and return home!

***
1880s
Fernandina, Florida    

*Grandmother Pepper writes: Woo-howdie!  That's a new one on me.  Don't think I'll be atryin' that trick any time soon though.  I got me enuf cats. Fact is, I got too many cats.  Hmm. Let me give that some more thinkin'. Yup.  I'll fry me up some bacon tomorra, dip a couple a cats in it and set 'um on Aunt Noreen's doorstep.  I'll be alistenin' for her hollerin' across the yard.  Won't take long! 

*Grandmother Peeper and Aunt Noreen are featured players in my Amelia Island's Goodbye Lie Trilogy. As you might guess, they don't get along- at all!

Goodbye Lie Diaries - Breelan

2012
Fernandina Beach, Florida

Jane Marie writes:  I saw on Facebook that it's National Brothers Week. If you have a brother, like I do, then you are truly blessed. What a great idea to tell the world you love your brother, but more importantly to tell your brother!  Love you tons, Bobby. We're proud to claim you as an honorable man and sailor who is the patriarch of our Harkins family.

Bob aka Bobby Harkins

***

1880s

Fernandina, Florida

 

Breelan Dunnigan writes:  National Brothers Week sounds wonderful to me. I have a baby brother. He is my one and only brother and his name is Jack Patrick Dunnigan.  He is grown now and likes us to call him Pat, so we mostly do.  Having no one to compare him with, he is a good brother, I think.  Yes, he's a scrapper and is often in trouble, but he also always fesses up, even if he isn't the culprit. Why he took the blame for me when I ate the last fried chicken leg Peeper was saving for herself.  Had it been Aunt Noreen's chicken leg, she would have been all over him. Not Peeper. She loves Pat so much, it was like he had done her a favor.  She thanked him "fer akeepin' her from gettin' a belly ache from the grease of it." I think Pat just might surprise everyone and do great things some day. We can always hope so, anyway. 



 

Jack Patrick aka Pat Dunnigan

                                                              
(Breelan and Pat Dunnigan and Peeper are players in the historical Amelia Island Goodbye Lie Trilogy set in 1880s Florida. - www.GraciousJaneMarie.com )

Moon over Amelia-- Goodbye Lie Excerpt from the GBL Diaries



Nora Duffy



Goodbye Lie Diaries/Excerpt from The Goodbye Lie

1882

Fernandina on Amelia Island, Florida

Nora Duffy writes: I saw the full moon over the beach the other night and thought about Breelan, my cousin...



     Nora watched from the second story window of Dunnigan Manor as a man and woman walked up the drive leading their horses. She recognized Breelan's outline and suspected the man accompanying her cousin was not who he should be.



Full Moon over Amelia Island's Atlantic Ocean

   Turning, Nora crawled back into bed and curled around her pillow. In the dark, she smiled for the happy moments Breelan had stolen this night and imagined the parting kiss of the lovers concealed under a coverlet of soft clouds studded with stars.

Jane Marie writes:

Nora, I saw the full moon, too, and ran out and took a photograph of it for you.  So very pretty and so much bigger than it appears in the picture. Romance prevails with a moon like that, no matter the century...



Another Lucy Moment- OJ

Remember I told you about our bumper crop of oranges this past season?  Well, what we didn't give away, I squeezed and froze so we could have fresh oj all winter long. Bruce wanted to buy some plastic containers to hold the juice but I, ever frugal, decided to use ziplock bags. I figured they would be more malleable and take up less room in the freezer. I was right. It saved room and we did save money. Now for my Lucy Moment. You see, my ziplock bags, filled with golden nectar of orange were so supple and so pliable, they draped themselves over and between the slats of the freezer rack. Why is that a problem?  Because once frozen, their plastic forms would not and could not be pried from the rack. 

What to do?  We could have pulled on the bags and ripped them open, the result being sticky, slimy, half frozen juice on and about the other frozen items.  Remember, as we examine this problem, we are keeping the freezer door open and, thereby, melting everything else that lives in the freezer. Bruce said, "I'll unload the freezer and take the rack outside into the sun for a few minutes until the juice thaws enough for the rack to turn loose of it."

Made sense to me until we discovered the rack was non-removable.  "I'll get the hair dryer!" say I.  I anticipated being electrocuted while using the appliance near the potential wet of the thawed juice.  In order to avoid that, I put on my rubber "duck feet" aka gardening shoes.  There is something about rubber and not getting fried but I never was much for scientific stuff so, I kept the fingers of one hand crossed and ventured forth, dryer in hand.  I aimed at the base of the juice where it came in contact to the rack and flipped the switch to full blast on high heat.  I could feel the cold of the freezer pour out into the room and imagined the whirling cogs in our electric meter spinning like tops at the excess energy expelled for this experiment.  How long would it take to break free a bag or two or all dozen of them? How about 15 seconds?  Yup, in less time than it takes to sing Oh Happy Day, the freezer gave up its prisoners!  The juice was ours! 

Now, what to do with all of it?  Another brainstorm.  Why do I keep getting these brilliant plans of action? I don't know. They just come to me.  The zip lock bags were still 98% frozen, but their bottoms were slightly thawed.  Why not set them on a solid cookie sheet.  Hmm.  The cookie sheet was too big for the freezer.  Instead, I used a double layer of aluminum foil as a solid to keep the bags from draping back through the rack.  Like stacked hamburger patties, I placed a layer of waxed paper between the bags so they would easily pry apart when their time came to be thawed and digested.  So that's what I did. I have triumphed, yet again, over myself!



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The Goodbye Lie Diaries

1880s Fernandina, Florida

Peeper writes:

Hoo-eee. I admit, I would've done the same thing with my extree juice 'ceptin' I would a used a lit candle and run it under them packs ta free 'um up.



Grandmother Peeper



The Goodbye Lie Diaries - Clover

1880s  August

Fernandina, Florida

Picked two baskets of pears from Peeper's tree this mornin' early, afore anybody was out-the-bed. Dropped some at Duffy's back door. Figured Winnie America could make a cobbler with them lessen Aunt Noreen gets them first.  Lord knows Peeper won't share with Aunt Noreen.  Seeing how it's Sunday and all, I shared for her. I was feelin' sorry for Aunt Noreen last night when nobody paid her any mind at the backyard picnic. Most folks think she's mean. They'd be right about that.

The Goodbye Lie Diaries - Grandmother Peeper

August 1880s Amelia Island, Florida

Grandmother Peeper writes:  It's mighty hot these here last days.  I dun told nasty Aunt Noreena she kin be akeepin' herself cool at night ifn' she'll just take ta sleepin' under a wet sheet necked. She won't have none of it.  She says it ain't dignified.  She needs more sleep or she'll git even meaner than her usual ugly self and we'll have ta set a trap fer her. I always feel so sorry for Clabe. He ought ta be gettin' a medal fer livin' with that thing of a wife. Mmm, mmm, mmm.