#the hobbit cakes

[sew-much-to-do]

DIY Spiced Mead Honey Cake

Cakes are an important part of a hobbit’s afternoon tea menu – this honey cake spiked with sweet mead and spices is fashioned after the famous honey cakes of the Beornings!

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#DIY #recipe #dessert #sweet #treat #spice #spiced #mead #honey #cake #bake #baking #hobbit #lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit #afternoon tea #tea

[ihobbit]

My acorn birthday cake!

#hobbit #the hobbit #bilbo #bilbo baggins #bagginshield #ihobbit #acorns #acorn #cake #birthday #birthday cake #my birthday cake #candles

[kcrossvine-art]

Hey folks n blokes! A few days ago ya might've been one of the people who helpfully responded to my question asking which LotR recipe we should cook next, and you all had great ideas. Including a golum salmonella sushi platter. There were a few that twinkled directly into my eyes, but only one fish gets fried at a time! Thanks @vensre for the suggestion!

Today from Lord of the Rings, we will be making Bilbo Baggin's Seed Cakes

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to a Seed Cake?” YOU MIGHT ASKIf you're an amer*can like me, you might have never heard of a seed cake outside of the context of bird feeders.

Salted butter

Fine sugar

Whole milk

Eggs

Almond flour

Vanilla extract

Brown sugar

Caraway/fennel seeds

Ground anise seed

Ground nutmeg

The real key ingredient here is the caraway seeds. The factor that ties all recipes together. Important note, anise seeds and anise stars are 2 separate things!

AND, “what does a Seed Cake taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASKTastes like what an old bookstore smells like.

Smells like warm licorice

But without the chemical-y aftertaste

Take a shortbread and make it denser and with less airpockets. Thats your texture.

A little bit like gingerbread but nuttier, earthier

Very rich

Beautiful crumbly brown outside, soft teddybear-brown inside

Pairs well with a glass of milk hahaha

"A wonderful blend of sweet and savoury, seed cakes make a perfect after-supper morsel."-LotR Online. Mentioned both in the books and the MMO, being served after dinner ties into their real-life origins! Before caraway seeds in cakes became popular in the victorian era, they were often candied and served as dessert because caraway seeds help with after-meal indigestion.

. used an herb grinder for the anise seeds . used light brown sugar where brown sugar called for . used blanched almond flour . if i made this again, would probably use higher quantity of nutmeg or add cinammon

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From entering the kitchen, to having this in my stomach, it took roughly 2 hours? Ish? Definitely make sure to let your 2 sticks of butter and 3 eggs sit out a bit beforehand so they reach room temp, it helps them whip together the warmer they are.

The most difficult part of this recipe was finding the seeds. Everything except the caraway/fennel and anise seed i already had, and maybe its a recent thing but since when did grocery stores start charging such an obscene amount for a regular bottle of spices? Is it not enough to have everything else infected by price-gouging, now we'll be scraping pennies for our little flavor heavens? Bleh. 

The seed cake is a new experience for me also, and many pardons if some sacred seed cake rule has been broken today. It tasted fantastic! The licorice was a strong flavor I've never experienced in this form before, it suits itself well. If you're baking for children or have a sweeter palette, the bitterness may be a bit much, but just have them dunk it in milk honestly. It did feel like there was some 'empty space' on my palette while eating- if that makes any sense? It couldve been layered with another flavor but i still can't put my finger on what that missing flavor could be.

Definitely be careful to put the eggs into the butter/sugar a little bit at a time. I got impatient the first-go, and the eggs incorporated less, and it led to a greasier cake. People seem to say that storing these and eating them the next day makes them taste better, i cannot attest as i ate both within the same day of making them. 

This recipe has earned itself a glimmering 7/10, for making my kitchen smell nice but also making me use a standmixer if i want my arms to stay attached (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) 

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Ingredients:

220g salted butter

225g fine sugar

16g of milk

3 eggs

175g almond flour

2 drops vanilla extract

Pinch of brown sugar

1tbsp caraway seeds

1 1/2tbsp  ground anise seed

1/2tsp ground nutmeg

Method:

Pre-heat the oven to 320F. Soften the butter and let eggs come to room temperature. 

Cream the butter by itself for around 5 minutes with a standmixer on med., until light in color. Add sugar and continue until the mixture is pale and fluffy.

In a seperate bowl beat the eggs until 'frothy'. 

Stir a small amount at a time of the eggs iinto the butter and sugar mixture, making sure each portion incorporates as you go.

Add the caraway, ground anise seed, ground nutmeg, and vanilla extract.

Gently fold in the almond flour. Careful not to overmix.

Add a tablespoon of milk, or until the batter keeps its form but drips off an upside down spoon.

Pour into a greased 9-inch round cake pan, if not available muffin/cupcake pans should also work.

Sprinkle a bit of brown sugar on top.

Bake for 40-50 minutes. Cool for 10 before serving.

#lotr #cake recipe #the hobbit #bilbo baggins

[vigilantegreen]

Walked past two people with their feet up on the table and a bowl with the dregs of batter in it, cakes surrounding them. I overheard one of them say "ooo I don't feel good" and the other say "I think I ate too much of it" and all I could think is that's so Fíli and Kíli.

#fíli #fíli durin #kíli #kíli durin #fili #kili #fili and kili #tolkien dwarves #dwarves #the hobbit #thorin and company #cakes #baking

[laora-ryn]

Omg y'all, my husband's family had a tradition growing up that when any of them were sick (which was pretty often, since he's one of seven kids), they would watch the 1977 Rankin/Bass Hobbit movie. Their dad really loves Tolkien but was generally not a fan of letting the kids use The Tech (tm), so I think this is the compromise the older kids wrangled from him

I have heard about this movie from him and his siblings, but didn't really know anything about it myself since my parents weren't super into Tolkien, so I got into it with the PJ LOTR movies

ANYWAY so we've been sick all week and James found out that movie's on HBO, so he sat me down and made me watch it as a Time Honored Tradition

And I.

Bilbo has approximated Leia buns??? I spent an hour and seventeen minutes looking at him, but still have not figured out what is going on with this guy's hair

They really leaned hard into "there's thorin and uhhhhhhhhhh twelve other dwarves idk their names don't matter." The only ones I could keep straight were fili and kili, since they were blond, and balin and dwalin, because they have like, six-heads and brain wrinkles on their head lol

James always described Gollum in this movie as a booger, and now I understand why. They also made him blind, which doesn't make a ton of sense in the context of Bilbo using the ring to escape, but imo it's a neat design choice nonetheless

They really did THIS to thranduil oropherion I am still laughing my ASS off at this. He also spoke with a really shitty, half assed French accent for no discernable reason

And then there was? Smaug??? Who has laser beams for eyes?? And fur on his back?? And a tiger's face???? And pecs????????

I was too flabbergasted to remember to take more pictures but the conversation right before the battle went like this:

Thorin, Bard, and Thranduil: let's fuck these guys up!!

Gandalf: STOP you fools!!! As we speak there is a FOURTH army of goblins on its way here!!!

Thorin, Bard, and Thranduil:

Thorin: King Thranduil, my dearest friend and greatest ally, I would be honored to join forces with you to defeat this evil

Thranduil: oh mighty king thorin, it would be an honor [I wish I was making this up, if it weren't made in the 70s I would've thought it was a meme]

Also, at the end, bombur shows up in front of Bilbo only to keel over and die, before we cut to Bilbo's conversation with gandalf:

Bilbo: how many of our original thirteen remain??

Gandalf: seven :(

Bilbo: and thorin??

Gandalf: soon, it will be six :((((

No explanation for this or like, explanation of who else they arbitrarily killed off or anything

So anyway, this movie was An Experience (tm) and I wanted to share and also, y'all should watch it if you get the chance bc lol

#mine #the hobbit #lotr #i think thranduil takes the cake for me #but smaug is such a 'wtf???' that he gets an honorable mention too #sry for long post lol

[whispering-about-bagginshield]

A Bagginshield Cookbook

Recipe #3

Lobelia's Spiced Yule Cake

Despite the fact that Lobelia never got along with Bilbo, she took a strange liking to Thorin when he moved to the Shire. She would often (and much to Bilbo's chagrin) bring him gifts of food, including her famous Spice Cake. Thorin immediately fell in love with the cake, which prompted Bilbo to actually go to Lobelia and ask her for the recipe. She absolutely refused to share it with him, and so he stormed off in defeat.

Still, as a Yule gift that year, Lobelia gave Thorin himself the recipe, making him swear on his honor not to share it with anyone, Bilbo included. To his credit, Thorin respected her wishes, ushering Bilbo out of the kitchen whenever he prepared the cake. And though the first few times he had done so Bilbo huffed and fussed, eventually he accepted that to either make Thorin share the recipe with him or to sneak a peek while it was being prepared would not only be dishonorable, but also would damage Thorin's trust in him.

However, over the next year (and with Thorin's help), Lobelia and Bilbo's relationship improved somewhat, and when the next Yuletide came around, she at last gave Thorin her blessing to share the recipe with Bilbo.

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Please feel free to take the recipe and distribute it as you like; no credit is necessary.

Lobelia's Spiced Yule Cake

1/2 cup butter, softened

3/4 cup brown sugar

2 eggs

1 1/2 cups flour

1 tsp baking soda

1 tsp ground ginger

1 tsp ground cinnamon

1 tsp ground nutmeg

1/2 cup buttermilk (see note)

Powdered sugar

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease and flour an 8- or 9-inch cake pan (or line with parchment paper).

Beat together the butter and sugar until fluffy. Beat in the eggs, one at a time, until fully combined. Sift in the four, baking soda, and spices; mix until just combined. Add the buttermilk and mix on low until no flour streaks remain.

Turn batter into prepared pan. Bake for 25 - 30 minutes, or until surface is golden and a toothpick or butter knife comes out clean when inserted into the center.

Cool completely, then dust with powdered sugar.

Note: If you don't have buttermilk on-hand, you can simply put 1 1/2 teaspoons of vinegar or lemon juice into a measuring cup and fill up the rest of the way to the 1/2 cup mark with milk or half-and-half, then let it sit for about five minutes.

Note #2: You may want to adjust the spices for your liking, as one teaspoon of each may not suit everyone; and also, you might like to try other spices (such as cloves) as well!

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(Check out my "food" tag for more recipes. There's not much yet, but there will be soon!)

#food #cooking #bagginshield #the hobbit #recipe #yule food #cake

[code-dy]

Don’t cry, Thorin. Frosting melts when you don’t let the cake cool before putting it on

#the hobbit #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #bagginshield #thilbo #my headcannon is that thorin has golden child syndrome #he gets very frustrated #when things dont go as planned #esp during the exile #imagine being a kid and youre suddenly king and everyone has eyes on you #everything you do has to be no less than perfect because you have all these people counting on you #i cant imagine the pressure and how hard he mustve been to himself #do you think that was why he was such an ass during the start of the hobbit? #he doesnt want to get attached to the burglar who would likely die in the end #why make yourself vulnerable to such hurt #weeh this was supposed to be about cake #and how i wanted to learn a more serious art style to express better angst #but keeps on going back to silliness #head cannon is also that they both taught each other to be less concerned about what people think and just enjoy themselves #my art #thorin slso has that durin puppy eyes he just dont use it as much #cake fail #angst fail

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Early Mornings

This is for my dear friend @medusas-hairband..a character I've never written before, so please, be lenient with me <3

Words: 1,2k

Characters: Beorn x reader

Warnings: none

Beorn set down the dripping pot of honey with a low grunt that you knew to be an expression of his desire for a reaction rather than a comment on the weight of the humongous receptacle. 

“Hello, my love,” you purred, pressing a kiss – your lips still chilly from the cold outside – onto his furry cheek; you would have thanked him more effusively, but you knew that he’d just as soon feel your gratitude.

Raking your nails along his nape, you witnessed the blossoming of the hesitant smile that was a clear indication of the happiness he wouldn’t readily verbalise, and your own heart warmed at the sight of his fluttering lids and stilling hands.

What a tremendous, beautiful, and slightly frightening power it was to hold this impressive being in the palm of your hand, a thousand invisible tendrils of heartstrings and thoughts coiled around your fingers so tightly that – if you were to clench your fist too abruptly – you could wound him in ways unfathomed and awful.

Today, you were expecting friends and acquaintances for a late spring celebration, and you had promised to make your famed honey-cakes – one batch for your guests and one for your beloved – hence why you had been up even before the sun had risen on this beautiful day.

Upon waking though, you had already found your bed deserted and the comforting, warm presence by your side gone; not a man of many words, Beorn often preferred showing you how much he loved both you and your skills. Hence why – without losing a single syllable about it – he had gone out to make sure you had all the ingredients you’d need readily available.

Truth be told though, you would never have perfected this recipe without him and – despite being so huge that he frightened many a stranger – your husband flowed around you like water, never standing in your way and handing you tools and bowls without hesitation.

After years of being by your side, Beorn knew every step of the procedure by heart and so he – usually so lumbering and intimidatingly stoic – danced around you in perfect synchronicity.

It never ceased to amaze you how light-footed he could be, his strong arms reaching around you gracefully to retrieve sugar and flour from the high shelves he had built with his own two hands long years ago.

“Here,” he muttered, handing you another spoon, as he knew full well that you had already tossed the last one into the sink without remembering that there were yet ingredients to be measured out. 

This one was your favourite; Beorn had carved it for you according to your exact specifications to measure out sugar and honey, and you only ever cleaned it with a damp cloth to prevent the wood from cracking and splitting due to excessive exposure to water.

“Can you help stir?” you asked sweetly, but your husband merely cocked an eyebrow at you, wriggling the tiny pot containing a rare spice you loved; you always bemoaned having forgotten to sprinkle a dash into the dough whenever you prepared the cake alone and – as he was by your side this time – Beorn tried to spare you the minute disappointment that dampened your enjoyment of your own creation.

“Ah yes,” you cheered. As you made to grab the container though, his hand shot up forcefully, effectively putting it out of reach.

“A kiss,” he demanded in a low rumble that sounded much more severe than it was.

“Oh? And here I was believing you were helping me for free because you love me so,” you replied in mock vexation while your arms already snaked around his sturdy neck, “you drive a hard bargain, Sir.”

You were able to keep a straight face for another few heartbeats before your expression melted into fond amusement and you nuzzled his cheek lovingly; the kiss – teasing and sweetened by the honey you had licked off the last spoon – you pressed onto his lips spoke of all the deep devotion that ran between you like a timeless river. 

There had never been much need for great declarations and passionate speeches, not when his calm, reliable presence and his strong arms were so eloquent and telling.

Beorn’s massive paw cradled your slender hand, placing the spice in it like the treasure it was even as his own mouth curled into a mischievous grin; contrary to the common conception, he was a creature of great humour whose laughter was roaring and joyful enough to make the beams of your little house tremble.

Laughing under your breath, you added a smidgeon of golden spice and leaned back into his broad chest when his arms encircled you to help you stir – as you had asked him to – by closing his hand around yours once more and pushing the thick, wooden ladle through the dense, fragrant dough together with you.

By this time, you were humming a happy tune, safe and comfortable in the arms of your beloved who pressed small kisses onto the top of your head, each one of them an admission of pride, love, and support, as you poured your marvellous concoction into the greased mould.

“Oi, down you,” your husband hissed softly and, when you turned around to stoke the fire under the oven, you found Beorn covered in small critters – eager to see what you were doing and hopefully snatch a bite – which he carefully, but not without determination, tried to wrangle without you noticing.

Moreover, the fire was already blazing merrily, and the oven was ready to welcome the fruit of your labours. As your hands were occupied, you just pressed your cheek against his torso to let him know how much you appreciated all he did for you and the warm smile of gratitude he offered you in reply almost made you drop your unbaked cake because you so longed to hug him tightly.

Times were hard, you were the first to admit it, but – in moments like the one that melted into syrupy bliss between your flour-coated fingers – it seemed bright and marvellous to you; whenever it was just the two of you – alone without ever being lonely – you could believe again that this world was worth fighting for, Beorn and the sweet companionship you shared convinced you of the immeasurable merit of all that stood to be lost.

Beorn finally shook off his insistent friends and handled the transfer into the hot oven himself while you dusted off your hands absent-mindedly; the slow, careful grin of complicity and trust he gave you over his left shoulder made your heart throb with longing though and a devious idea came to you.

“Say husband,” you purred, “we shall be confined to this hut for the next hour or so. What say you to returning to bed as we wait for the cake to be done?”

His eyebrows rose in surprise and then his warm, broad hands closed around your waist and lifted you into his arms effortlessly.

“That,” he murmured as he pressed his face into the side of your throat, “sounds like a very good idea.”

So, that's all the requests for this weekend...

Sorry for the delay, life has been crazy lately and this week will be hell :(((

I hope you liked this my dear, if not, let me try again next week :D

Lots of love ❤️

#requests #IDNMT answers #fanfiction #Hobbit #Beorn #Beorn x reader #baking a cake #a good team

[cornerful]

Hobbits carry little combs for their foot hair when traveling send tweet

#lotr newsletter #lotr #hobbits #lotrn102 #I can't help but think about how much it must suck #To have furry feet and be walking barefoot through marshes and midges all day #There's no way they don't comb at least some of the scuzz out even when they can't use clean water #Going to bed with midgeytoes?? It doesn't bear thinking about #Guarantee they end each night with dead bugs in their foot hair and miserable or no a hobbit wouldn't just leave that shit there no way #I've had the combs thought before but the practicalities really come around in places like this #Personally I think hobbits carry combs whenever they go out and might need them #Don't want to show up with dusty windseed curls to Mrs. Bracegirdle's when she invites you for her best plum cake #I can see it now #Did you hear about miss Eglantine?? Run up late if you please to her auntie's luncheon with burrs up to her britches!!

[girl-hobbit]

blaurgh... it's my dad's birthday today (yippee btw!!! he's 54 now hehe!! 🥳🎉🎂) but i ate too much of his birthday cake and now my tummy hurts and im gonna frow up :/ (consequences of my hubris)

hashtag 🎉 #cakemistake 😔

#birthday!! #parents #cake #birthday cake #tummy hurted :( #ow ouch owie #AND im diabetic :/ #is there no justice in this cruel world 😔 #unintelligible goblin noises #🥳🎉🎂🎊 #God gives his hurty-est tummies to his bravest soldiers #my post #look at my posts boy #hobbit girl speaks #🌿 #hehe

[field-s-of-flowers]

I know where my satisfaction lies

Or, a very short story of Bilbo and Frodo.

Hobbits generally don’t grow larger than four feet tall. Anybody taller than that undoubtedly has traces of elven or human blood, and usually doesn’t fit into their own home. These giants among hobbits are ostracized or pitied- often both. They’re certainly not considered attractive, at any rate.

So one can only imagine Bilbo Baggins’ surprise when he caught his young nephew staring out the window at their gardener’s son, who was the same age (eleven, if his memory served) and already four-foot-one.

“Frodo,” called Bilbo over his shoulder, “get away from the window, it’s rude to stare.”

He didn’t move.

“Frodo!”

Frodo’s head whipped around to meet Bilbo’s eyes. He supposed he would always be startled by how much the boy looked like his father, between the bouncing brown curls and the rosy cheeks. But he didn’t act like him in the slightest. For one thing, Drogo knew his place and would never stare so shamelessly at someone’s height.

He might’ve at age twelve, of course.

“Sorry, Uncle Bilbo,” he murmured, clearly taking care not to let his gaze wander back to the window. “I just got distracted.”

“It’s alright, my boy,” said Bilbo with a smile. “But we mustn’t stare at people, no, no! The poor lad’s unfortunate enough as it is, without everyone’s eyes on him all the time.”

“I think he must be very fortunate, Uncle.”

He cocked his head. “How’s that, Frodo?”

“Well, girls must love him. Look at his freckles!”

Ah.

“And he’s so tall- he must be able to ride a real horse!”

“I’m sure,” said Bilbo, trying to stifle a laugh. “Come to think of it, he does remind me of someone I used to know, and this boy was quite popular with lords and ladies of all stripes.”

Frodo’s little eyes looked as if they were going to bug right out of his head. “Both? You can do both?”

“Quite right. His name was Fíli. A sweet, hardworking lad, with light-red hair just like that. Much bigger beard, though- oh!”

A brilliant red leaf fluttered against the window, followed by a torrent of crimson and gold. It made a sound like rain on the glass, and even through it all you could smell the crisp September air. In fact…

“What is it, Uncle Bilbo?”

“It’s nearly the twenty-second, my boy! We’d better get to work on the apple cake, hadn’t we?”

Frodo nodded, and (not without one last look at the window), headed towards the kitchen with his uncle.

#Soph’s fics #Lotr #lotr fic #the hobbit #the hobbit fic #hobbit day #Samfro #samfro fic #Frodo baggins #bilbo baggins #Can you guys tell I like father + son fics #Also the cake is for both their birthday and rosh hashana because these hobbits are JEWISH! Cause I said so!

[theaskywalker]

Imagine having afternoon tea with Bilbo at Bag End

Masterlist

#the hobbit #an unexpected journey #desolation of smaug #battle of the five armies #bilbo baggins #bilbo baggins x reader #bilbo baggins imagine #imagines #the hobbit imagines #hobbiton #bag end #third age #middle earth #afternoon tea #cozy evening #autumnal vibes #fireplace #cakes #marmalade

[lotro-tooltips-daily]

Happy birthday Lotro-Tooltips! Ethedis made you a carrot cake

#submission #Tadan’s least favorite just for you! #lotro #lotro tooltip #crafted item #carrot cake #minimum level 40 #inspired by a legendary hobbit-chef #this carrot cake is moist and sweet. #note: ty! i love carrot cake its my favorite

[can-i-haz-a-ruki]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRp2LkAC/

Take a look at my lord of the rings inspired cooking video! It would be great if you could like, follow, and share!

#the lord of the rings #the fellowship of the ring #two towers #return of the king #lotr #movies #books #samwise gamgee #frodo baggins #pippin took #merry and pippin #merry brandybuck #gandalf #fyp #cooking #honey cake #the hobbit beorn #the hobbit

[big-gandalf-energy]

it's canon in that hobbit that dwalin actually shows up at tea time and drinks it with very politely and all with bilbo til balin shows up and asks for beer AND seed-cake

#idk why I needed to say this #canon #hobbit book fact of the day #I just like finding little details about the characters #the hobbit #tolkien #balin #dwalin #dwarves #bilbo baggins #also dwalin's beard is blue?? I think? #and gandalf's eyebrows are THEE bushiest #hobbit reading liveblogging #and you know what the dwarves do?? #they eat all of the seed cake! bilbo's after supper morsels!!

[zelzahdarkcloak]

(First picture clockwise: Shepherd's pie, fresh salad, drop biscuit, roasted brussel sprouts, and a mug of hot apple cider. Second picture: pumpkin scones with homemade vanilla glaze. )

Quite frankly too much work for a Thursday but I cannot be stopped when it comes to Lord of the Rings. I would have liked to do more but this was homey and delicious anyway. What is life if I can't go overboard with fictional holidays?

#also not pictured my mother bringing a chocolate cake home #shes as ridiculous as we are and i love it #shes like its bilbos birthday right? he needs a cake #hobbit day #food #recipes