At last Gandalf pushed away his plate and jug - he had eaten two whole loaves (with masses of butter and honey and clotted cream) and drunk at least a quart of mead - and he took out his pipe.
I imagine the bread that Gandalf ate, and all of the other loaves in Middle Earth, were like the one I made last weekend. Full of flax seeds and currants and best eaten with butter and honey.
I will probably post nothing but Advent and Christmas-realted things from now until the 25th! Get ready!
Love, T.
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