Here you are again, my dear old diary! I was looking around for weeks without finding you, and could not imagine where I had lost you - until to my very surprise a small package arrived from Winterhome today!
Winterhome. Where Miss Nimelia had invented a new method to get rid of the dirty dishes from the Kinship Hall. Makes me smile when I think about it. At least back then I was still able to move around - and to misplace my dear diary, as it turns out. It is getting harder every day now to get up from chairs and benches and I don't really understand how the other hobbit lasses manage that.
Can't really imagine that one day I will be able to jump again to the Bywater Bouncing song. Tonight surely not!
I finished my new recipe just in time and I think it turned out well. Hope the jury will think the same. Dear me, it is harder to take part in a competition when there is a titel to defend. But even harder it will be to get to the Green Dragon tonight. Maybe Pa can help me onto my good old pony Salama? And maybe a neighbour would be so kind as to take the load of pies along - there must be enough for the jury and for all the other guests to taste!
My beloved Adrean is still missing. I am sure he found a great new source for recipes and has dug himself deeply into a pile of cooking books in some library. Yesterday I met Master Barkgrim who also asked me about my husband - seems the dwarves like his dishes as much as I do! Well, time for my lunch now - luckily there are more than enough pies. If I eat one now, the load for tonight will be a little less. Good thought!
Watching the fireworks after the Green Dragon Anniversary, wearing the largest clothes I could find that the youngling and I would fit in together
