So many from Hobbiton brought Bilbo jellies to serve at the feast. “You have the largest cool room within the region of the Hill,” confided Missus Twofoot. “Only you could store them all.”
Sam’s father unearthed his wife’s favorite jelly molds, and the lasses had been experimenting with several of their late mum’s receipts. One flavored with raspberries had been made in the shape of a rose, while one that smelled like lingonberries stood in a tall dome.
Lobelia Sackville-Baggins had sent her own jelly, one that was plainly of mint.
“Even I’m tempted to taste that one,” Frodo admitted.