Cookies for Lily by Golden
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Title: Cookies for Lily
Rating: G
Characters: Pippin Took, Eglantine Took, Paladin Took, Pimpernel Took
Summary: Pippin thinks that the family cat needs some special cookies...
Cookies for Lily
by Golden
Beta by: Dreamflower
Elements given by: Cathleen
Thanks girls!
Thick clouds were hanging over the small farm in the Tooklands. It thundered and lightened.
The fields, where the days before, still sweating Hobbits had worked at under the burning sun were laying forgotten behind grey rainy curtains and the before nearly dry rivers started to flow over their embankments.
“What a terrible thunderstorm!“ Eglantine thought, as she stood at the window of her kitchen looking out.
A scream suddenly sounded through the Hobbithole and just a minute later a loud crying little lad came running through the kitchen door.
"Maaammmaaa!“ he howled. “Owwww, Maaama!”
Eglantine kneelt down to her youngest child and the lad pressed himself at her and held her tightly.
She rocked the child gently in her arms, till it started to calm down.
“There, There, darling,” she whispered soothingly in his ear. “What has happened?”
"Lily has scratched me! Owww!” the lad cried.
Eglantine took a close look at the scratches on Pippin`s hand.
There were only three very small scratches, barely visible and Eglantine knew that her son was crying more from the shock than from pain.
“It was his fault!” came suddenly a voice from the kitchen door.
Eglantine looked up to see the face of her second eldest daughter Pimpernel, who was carrying the cat, Lily, in her arms.
“He was teasing Lily and then in the end he pulled her tail. I told him to stop it, but he did not listen.”
Eglantine looked at her son, who had in the meantime stopped crying, questioning.
“Is that true, Pippin?”
Pippin´s bottom lip began to tremble and again tears formed in his eyes and ran over his cheeks.
“I was so bored!” he sobbed.
"That is no reason to hurt Lily!“ Nell burst out furiously.
Eglantine put a calming hand on her daughter´s shoulder and took Lily out of Nell´s arms, before bending down to her son again.
“Pippin,” she said, “ I think Lily is very sorry that she scratched you, but I also believe that she only did it, because she was defending herself. You know that it is not nice to hurt someone else, don´t you?”
Pippin nodded and looked at the ground, shamefaced.
"I am sorry, Lilly.“ he said and then stroked over the animal´s soft fur.
At once the cat started to purr and climbed out of Eglantines arms to rub against Pippin´s legs.
Eglantine smiled and even Nell looked more friendly again.
“I think, she has forgiven you!” his sister said.
"You know children, why don´t we bake biscuits for tea?“ Eglantine asked.
Nell and Pippin both beamed.
“Oh yes!” the lad shouted.
“Can we bake honey-biscuits? Or nut-biscuits? Or no…lets make sugar-biscuits? Or marmelade-biscuits? Or…”
Eglantine laughed. “Pippin. calm down. First of all you go to the pump and wash your hands. Then we decide what biscuits to bake.”
Soon after, many small biscuits were baking over the hot embers in the oven and another backing tray stand ready for more of the tasty morsels.
The biscuits, that were baked ready, Nell and Pippin were filling with marmalade. However Pippin worked after the method “one time for the biscuit, one time for myself”, until his mother warned him not to eat all the marmalade himself.
**********************
In time for tea all biscuits were done and the whole family Took sat down and enjoyed them to their tea.
In the meanwhile, Lily lay in front of the warm fire place sleeping.
Pippin took a biscuit in his hand and climbed down off his chair.
"Lily!“ he called. “Look what I´ve got here for you…” He held the biscuit in front of the cat´s nose, but Lily made no move to eat it.
“Cats don’t eat biscuits, Pippin!” Pervinca said from her place at the table, in a tone, that made clear, that she felt with her knowledge very superior over her brother.
„But everyone likes biscuits!“ Pippin defended himself and instead held the biscuit out to his dog Dizzy, who gobbled it up at once.
“Pippin!” his father admonished him. “ You should not be feeding the dog sweets! Come now and sit down at your place again.”
Sulking, Pippin climbed on his chair again and listened to the boring conversations of his parents and sisters.
Now and then he threw a glance at Lily. “I know that Lily likes biscuits. Those were just not the right ones!” he thought darkly.
The evening came, and after supper was eaten, Pippin was put to bed, protesting loudly the whole time.
Pippin listened for some time to the quiet voices and laugher of his sisters, father and mother that swept through the half-open door into his room. How unfair it was that he had to go to bed already, while the others were still allowed to stay up.
After Pippin had a good sulk over this unfairness, his thought wandered back to Lily and the cookies.
„What kind of biscuits would cats like?“ he pondered.
“Micebiscuits maybe? But how should he get the mice into the dough?
Fishbiscuits? But from were should he get the fish? He wasn´t allowed to go fishing on his own.
Birdbiscuits? But birds were flying mostly high in the sky and even when he would climb up on a tree, which he also wasn’t allowed to to, he could not catch any….”
Slowly the eyes of the child grew heavy and he yawned. “He would find a way to bake Lily the most tasty cookies in all of Middle Earth!”
*******************
The night passed and a new sun began to rise upon the horizon.
Pippin streched and looked sleepily around his room. His gaze wandered to a red coloured feather, that he had found some days before and at put withhis other treasures on his shelf.
The child gave a small shout and then pressed his hand quickly over his mouth because he did not wish to wake his still sleeping family.
"That is the answer!“ he thought happily; he jumped out of the bed, left his room quietly and crept along the corridor.
Cautiously he went out the main door and raced to the chicken coop.
A quarter of an hour later Pippin came back with an arm full of feathers.
He went into the kitchen, washed the feathers under the kitchen pump and then laid them out on a towel to dry.
"The feathers had been on a chicken....and Lily liked chicken.“ Pippin reasoned and started his work.
“What ingredients had they put in the dough yesterday? Milk, flour, eggs, sugar…”
Some time later Pippin had his hands deep inside a big bowl and was eagerly kneading his cat-biscuit dough.
Flour was everywhere on the table, the floor and on the chair that the child was standing in order to reach the tabletop.
Some broken eggs were in between bowls and tins and a big lake of milk dripped out of a fallen milkbottle from the table onto the floor.
Pippin himself was nearly invisible in all the chaos, as he also was covered from head to toe in flour. Egg was dripping out of his right sleeve, milk from his left, and biscuit dough was in his hair, making it stick out in little spikes.
The lad took a handful of feathers and mixed them into the dough, then he tasted a bit of it and decided it need exactly four more white and two more brown feathers in order to be perfect.
********************
Eglantine woke up, when a small hand was tugging at her nightdress. She opened her eyes…. and closed them again.
“Just a nightmare!” she murmured, but the tugging at her sleeve continued and now there was also a loud whispered “mama” added.
Eglantine again opened an eye, only one now a wee bit, being cautious, and moaned.
This was no nightmare. There he was standing, covered in flour and eggs and some sticky mass.
„Pippin!“ she sighed. “What has happened to you?”
“Mama, I cannot kindle the fire in the oven.”
Eglantine shot up straight in bed. “Fire? Oven?” she shouted. “Pippin you know, you are not allowed at the oven!”
Paladin had awaken when his wife had shouted and stared at his son, dumbfounded.
“Is someone hurt?” he asked.
Pippin shook his head.
“The smial´s still standing?”
Pippin nodded.
"Your son.“ He murmured, and with a glance at his wife he pulled up the covers over his head.
Eglantine gave her husband a slap, but then stood up, grabbed her son by an arm and hurried with him into the kitchen.
“Pippin” what has happened in here?” she called horrified.
The lad looked guiltily at the ground.
"I was going to start cleaning, when Lily´s biscuits were in the oven.“ he said, subdued. “Truly, Mama!”
Eglantine poked at the mass on the baking tray, pulled out one of the chicken feathers with pointed fingers and turned up her nose in disgust.
With raised eyebrows, she looked down at her son.
“Chickentaste!” he answered proudly and presented his speechless mother with a sugar sweet smile.
The End –
Pippins Cat Biscuits
You take all the flour, sugar, milk and eggs that you have in the house and mix it together. Then you add 11 white and 8 brown chickenfeathers. Done!
If you better not want to try out the recipe of our dearest rascal, then you may try
Eglantines Marmalade Biscuits*
Ingredients:
175 g flour
1 level teaspoons Baking powder
60 g sugar
1 bag Vanillasugar ( around 2-3 teaspoons)
1 pinch salt
2 egg yolks
100 g butter
2 egg whites
appr. 75 g hacked almonds
marmalade, like strawberry or redcurrant or such.
Mix the flour, baking powder, sugar, vanilasugar, salt, egg yolks and butter together into dough. Then form a ball out of it, wrap it into plastic wrap and put it for half an hour into the fridge.
Get a baking tray and put baking paper on it.
Put the egg whites in a small bowl and the almonds in another.
Heat the oven on 180 degree celsius.
Now take the drought off the fridge and form out of them small balls with a 2 cm diameter. First now you dive the balls into the egg white and after that you roll them in the almonds. Then you lay them on the baking tray and make a hollow with your fingers inside them, that’s where you later put the marmalade.
Now you put them into the oven and bake them by 180 degree celsius for around 15 minutes.
Check if the small hollows stay inside, if not make them again while the cookies are baking with the end of the wooden spoon.
When they are done baking put the marmalade into the hollows.
Have fun!
*MODERATOR'S NOTE:
For those of you who don't understand the metric measurements, here is a handy chart:
Metric Conversion Chart
goldenTitle: Cookies for Lily
Rating: G
Characters: Pippin Took, Eglantine Took, Paladin Took, Pimpernel Took
Summary: Pippin thinks that the family cat needs some special cookies...
Cookies for Lily
by Golden
Beta by: Dreamflower
Elements given by: Cathleen
Thanks girls!
Thick clouds were hanging over the small farm in the Tooklands. It thundered and lightened.
The fields, where the days before, still sweating Hobbits had worked at under the burning sun were laying forgotten behind grey rainy curtains and the before nearly dry rivers started to flow over their embankments.
“What a terrible thunderstorm!“ Eglantine thought, as she stood at the window of her kitchen looking out.
A scream suddenly sounded through the Hobbithole and just a minute later a loud crying little lad came running through the kitchen door.
"Maaammmaaa!“ he howled. “Owwww, Maaama!”
Eglantine kneelt down to her youngest child and the lad pressed himself at her and held her tightly.
She rocked the child gently in her arms, till it started to calm down.
“There, There, darling,” she whispered soothingly in his ear. “What has happened?”
"Lily has scratched me! Owww!” the lad cried.
Eglantine took a close look at the scratches on Pippin`s hand.
There were only three very small scratches, barely visible and Eglantine knew that her son was crying more from the shock than from pain.
“It was his fault!” came suddenly a voice from the kitchen door.
Eglantine looked up to see the face of her second eldest daughter Pimpernel, who was carrying the cat, Lily, in her arms.
“He was teasing Lily and then in the end he pulled her tail. I told him to stop it, but he did not listen.”
Eglantine looked at her son, who had in the meantime stopped crying, questioning.
“Is that true, Pippin?”
Pippin´s bottom lip began to tremble and again tears formed in his eyes and ran over his cheeks.
“I was so bored!” he sobbed.
"That is no reason to hurt Lily!“ Nell burst out furiously.
Eglantine put a calming hand on her daughter´s shoulder and took Lily out of Nell´s arms, before bending down to her son again.
“Pippin,” she said, “ I think Lily is very sorry that she scratched you, but I also believe that she only did it, because she was defending herself. You know that it is not nice to hurt someone else, don´t you?”
Pippin nodded and looked at the ground, shamefaced.
"I am sorry, Lilly.“ he said and then stroked over the animal´s soft fur.
At once the cat started to purr and climbed out of Eglantines arms to rub against Pippin´s legs.
Eglantine smiled and even Nell looked more friendly again.
“I think, she has forgiven you!” his sister said.
"You know children, why don´t we bake biscuits for tea?“ Eglantine asked.
Nell and Pippin both beamed.
“Oh yes!” the lad shouted.
“Can we bake honey-biscuits? Or nut-biscuits? Or no…lets make sugar-biscuits? Or marmelade-biscuits? Or…”
Eglantine laughed. “Pippin. calm down. First of all you go to the pump and wash your hands. Then we decide what biscuits to bake.”
Soon after, many small biscuits were baking over the hot embers in the oven and another backing tray stand ready for more of the tasty morsels.
The biscuits, that were baked ready, Nell and Pippin were filling with marmalade. However Pippin worked after the method “one time for the biscuit, one time for myself”, until his mother warned him not to eat all the marmalade himself.
**********************
In time for tea all biscuits were done and the whole family Took sat down and enjoyed them to their tea.
In the meanwhile, Lily lay in front of the warm fire place sleeping.
Pippin took a biscuit in his hand and climbed down off his chair.
"Lily!“ he called. “Look what I´ve got here for you…” He held the biscuit in front of the cat´s nose, but Lily made no move to eat it.
“Cats don’t eat biscuits, Pippin!” Pervinca said from her place at the table, in a tone, that made clear, that she felt with her knowledge very superior over her brother.
„But everyone likes biscuits!“ Pippin defended himself and instead held the biscuit out to his dog Dizzy, who gobbled it up at once.
“Pippin!” his father admonished him. “ You should not be feeding the dog sweets! Come now and sit down at your place again.”
Sulking, Pippin climbed on his chair again and listened to the boring conversations of his parents and sisters.
Now and then he threw a glance at Lily. “I know that Lily likes biscuits. Those were just not the right ones!” he thought darkly.
The evening came, and after supper was eaten, Pippin was put to bed, protesting loudly the whole time.
Pippin listened for some time to the quiet voices and laugher of his sisters, father and mother that swept through the half-open door into his room. How unfair it was that he had to go to bed already, while the others were still allowed to stay up.
After Pippin had a good sulk over this unfairness, his thought wandered back to Lily and the cookies.
„What kind of biscuits would cats like?“ he pondered.
“Micebiscuits maybe? But how should he get the mice into the dough?
Fishbiscuits? But from were should he get the fish? He wasn´t allowed to go fishing on his own.
Birdbiscuits? But birds were flying mostly high in the sky and even when he would climb up on a tree, which he also wasn’t allowed to to, he could not catch any….”
Slowly the eyes of the child grew heavy and he yawned. “He would find a way to bake Lily the most tasty cookies in all of Middle Earth!”
*******************
The night passed and a new sun began to rise upon the horizon.
Pippin streched and looked sleepily around his room. His gaze wandered to a red coloured feather, that he had found some days before and at put withhis other treasures on his shelf.
The child gave a small shout and then pressed his hand quickly over his mouth because he did not wish to wake his still sleeping family.
"That is the answer!“ he thought happily; he jumped out of the bed, left his room quietly and crept along the corridor.
Cautiously he went out the main door and raced to the chicken coop.
A quarter of an hour later Pippin came back with an arm full of feathers.
He went into the kitchen, washed the feathers under the kitchen pump and then laid them out on a towel to dry.
"The feathers had been on a chicken....and Lily liked chicken.“ Pippin reasoned and started his work.
“What ingredients had they put in the dough yesterday? Milk, flour, eggs, sugar…”
Some time later Pippin had his hands deep inside a big bowl and was eagerly kneading his cat-biscuit dough.
Flour was everywhere on the table, the floor and on the chair that the child was standing in order to reach the tabletop.
Some broken eggs were in between bowls and tins and a big lake of milk dripped out of a fallen milkbottle from the table onto the floor.
Pippin himself was nearly invisible in all the chaos, as he also was covered from head to toe in flour. Egg was dripping out of his right sleeve, milk from his left, and biscuit dough was in his hair, making it stick out in little spikes.
The lad took a handful of feathers and mixed them into the dough, then he tasted a bit of it and decided it need exactly four more white and two more brown feathers in order to be perfect.
********************
Eglantine woke up, when a small hand was tugging at her nightdress. She opened her eyes…. and closed them again.
“Just a nightmare!” she murmured, but the tugging at her sleeve continued and now there was also a loud whispered “mama” added.
Eglantine again opened an eye, only one now a wee bit, being cautious, and moaned.
This was no nightmare. There he was standing, covered in flour and eggs and some sticky mass.
„Pippin!“ she sighed. “What has happened to you?”
“Mama, I cannot kindle the fire in the oven.”
Eglantine shot up straight in bed. “Fire? Oven?” she shouted. “Pippin you know, you are not allowed at the oven!”
Paladin had awaken when his wife had shouted and stared at his son, dumbfounded.
“Is someone hurt?” he asked.
Pippin shook his head.
“The smial´s still standing?”
Pippin nodded.
"Your son.“ He murmured, and with a glance at his wife he pulled up the covers over his head.
Eglantine gave her husband a slap, but then stood up, grabbed her son by an arm and hurried with him into the kitchen.
“Pippin” what has happened in here?” she called horrified.
The lad looked guiltily at the ground.
"I was going to start cleaning, when Lily´s biscuits were in the oven.“ he said, subdued. “Truly, Mama!”
Eglantine poked at the mass on the baking tray, pulled out one of the chicken feathers with pointed fingers and turned up her nose in disgust.
With raised eyebrows, she looked down at her son.
“Chickentaste!” he answered proudly and presented his speechless mother with a sugar sweet smile.
The End –
Pippins Cat Biscuits
You take all the flour, sugar, milk and eggs that you have in the house and mix it together. Then you add 11 white and 8 brown chickenfeathers. Done!
If you better not want to try out the recipe of our dearest rascal, then you may try
Eglantines Marmalade Biscuits*
Ingredients:
175 g flour
1 level teaspoons Baking powder
60 g sugar
1 bag Vanillasugar ( around 2-3 teaspoons)
1 pinch salt
2 egg yolks
100 g butter
2 egg whites
appr. 75 g hacked almonds
marmalade, like strawberry or redcurrant or such.
Mix the flour, baking powder, sugar, vanilasugar, salt, egg yolks and butter together into dough. Then form a ball out of it, wrap it into plastic wrap and put it for half an hour into the fridge.
Get a baking tray and put baking paper on it.
Put the egg whites in a small bowl and the almonds in another.
Heat the oven on 180 degree celsius.
Now take the drought off the fridge and form out of them small balls with a 2 cm diameter. First now you dive the balls into the egg white and after that you roll them in the almonds. Then you lay them on the baking tray and make a hollow with your fingers inside them, that’s where you later put the marmalade.
Now you put them into the oven and bake them by 180 degree celsius for around 15 minutes.
Check if the small hollows stay inside, if not make them again while the cookies are baking with the end of the wooden spoon.
When they are done baking put the marmalade into the hollows.
Have fun!
*MODERATOR'S NOTE:
For those of you who don't understand the metric measurements, here is a handy chart:
Metric Conversion Chart
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Date: 2008-04-28 04:50 pm (UTC)And I also love your Eglantine. She is the model of patience!
And it was so cute that you included *both* Pippin's "recipe" (LOL!) as well as Eglantine's!
Thanks very much, dear, for taking part this year!
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Date: 2008-04-28 05:16 pm (UTC)You take all the flour, sugar, milk and eggs that you have in the house and mix it together. Then you add 11 white and 8 brown chickenfeathers. Done!
*grins*
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Date: 2008-04-28 06:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-28 08:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-28 08:39 pm (UTC)Sounds like Dizzy had better join my friend Jet on his diet!
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Date: 2008-04-29 02:28 am (UTC)Eglantine's recipe sounds delicious, and thank you for including the conversion link!
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Date: 2008-04-29 01:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-29 03:00 pm (UTC)Well, I'm sure a cat would love them . . . :-D
A very cute story Golden. I'm certain that Pippin would feel badly that Lily had no special treats.
Well done!
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Date: 2008-05-01 06:52 am (UTC)Hilarious recipe you give here for the "kitty" treats! Typical li'l kid stuff there!
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Date: 2008-05-01 08:47 pm (UTC)I especially liked Pippin tasting the dough and deciding it needed four more white and two brown feathers, and Paladin's practical reaction to the whole mess. Nice work, Golden!
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