�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.�