“Whatever is this odd…” Esmie speared a slice of the jar’s contents on the tines of her fork and examined it intently. “It is sweet and tart all at once. Is the hole in the center for the pit, Bilbo?”
The elderly hobbit excused himself and returned with the jar, knowing the question would be asked. Hobbits were never slow to appreciate a good thing, especially when it concerned food. He angled the jar to catch the candlelight and read carefully, “Pine-apples.”
“No wonder Merry likes it,” laughed Frodo.
“What do you call your cake, dear?” Esmie asked.
Merry had managed to spear the last bite of cake on Frodo’s plate, and provided his own answer to his mother’s question. He swallowed blissfully then said, “Frodo’s Pineapple Upsidedown Cake.”