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Frodo lived alone at Bag End for years after his uncle Bilbo left. Now that he was back from saving Middle-earth and the Shire was restored, he tried to settle in to his former way of life. But it didn’t seem like home without his dear friend Sam. Sam and Frodo became house mates and, after Sam married Rosie, Frodo welcomed the couple to stay.
One day soon after moving in, Sam found an interesting box in the closet of his room. The box was hidden at the back where the light was very dim along with several other boxes of various sizes. Taking it into the light he discovered a thick book held shut with a strip of leather. It was with utter delight that he opened the slightly dusty cover and read these words: “A Collection of Favourite Recipes by Primula Brandybuck Baggins.”
Sam was excited to show Mr. Frodo this treasure and began to call for him to come quick! Something in Frodo cringed to hear his friend call out this way, wondering if he were again in danger. So he was relieved to see Sam sitting on his bed bent over a book! “Look Mr. Frodo!” Sam shouted. “It’s your mum’s old recipe book!” Frodo took the book in his hands and a warmth came over him as he carefully leafed through it. Sam excitedly proclaimed that he would cook the meal of Mr. Frodo’s choice from that book this very night!
Indeed, there was! “Stuffed Pumpkin,” Frodo answered. As he said the words aloud they felt familiar, somehow. Sam set to work straight away and soon their home was filled with wonderful fragrances that promised a delicious meal. Frodo continued to ponder the feelings that stirred within him. He wasn’t sure if he was happy or sad or somewhere between. By the time he and Sam filled their bowls, Frodo’s memory came fully back to him of times his mum carried her stuffed pumpkin steaming hot from the oven with a proud smile on her face. He remembered fondly sitting at table with his parents and in his heart he could almost hear her in the next room telling him to wash up for supper.
Frodo looked up from his bowl. Putting down the spoon he sat back for a moment. Sam began to question his cooking as Frodo’s face was hard to read. “Is everything all right Mr. Frodo?”
And Frodo looked at his friend with a slow growing smile and a twinkle in his eyes. Because he finally understood. Frodo softly answered, “I’m home, Sam. I’m finally home.”
It’s the time of the season for…
We are certain that the hardy Dwarven men finished off one of these delectable mini-bundts in one bite – no forks required!
I tend to think of Dwarven women as clones of “Master Dwarf” Gimli. The Dwarf himself hinted at the similarities! But since we have met no Dwarven women, what can we know about them?
Well, if we consider the Dwarves’ artistry as creators of the ancient city Dwarrowdelf, then it may stand to reason the women were also artisans when it came to cave-keeping. One imagines great feasts would await the workers at the end of a day digging for Mithril. Gimli was expecting to celebrate with his cousin Balin with “red meat off the bone and malt beer!”
Certainly the Dwarven race was used to hearty fare, or how else to maintain those stout physiques? Not that the women were confined to the kitchens of Moria! Many surely took up a chisel and hammer along-side the men!
In honor of the creativity of the Dwarves I used a mini-bundt cake form with the result being a cake with an arch pattern and a hole in the middle for that important cave effect.
I further changed up the recipe by drenching the cakes in a ginger chai pear sauce with a dusting of powdered sugar. This recipe made six mini-bundts and one tort size cake which I topped with sliced fresh pears, then covered in the pear sauce made into a gel to hold it all together. That picture will soon appear on my other blog where you will also find the sauce recipe.