In cooking you've got to have a what-the-hell attitude.*
Today's Word Count: 3919
Novel Progress: Chapter 6 and 7 down. Next up, Abandonment Issues. (And booze.)
Current Emotion: I Could Do This All Day
All three trolls turned to look at Bilbo, the one holding Bombur lowering his arm so that Bombur’s head just touched the ground. Bilbo stared back at them, momentarily appalled that he had, in fact, caught their attention. His mouth opened and closed soundlessly, then, out of the blue, “You’re doing it all wrong?” He probably had not meant it as a question.
“Doing what?”
“Cooking - cooking dwarves,” Bilbo stuttered, hopping a little in place, wriggling in his sack. “You don’t want them raw -”
“I wants them raw,” said the first troll, once again making a swipe for Bombur. The second troll pushed him away.
“And, erm, crunchy is no good.” Bilbo shook his head forefully. “No good at all. No, it won’t do.”
Grace buried her face in her hands. This was surreal.
The second troll peered down at him. His nose was almost as large at Bilbo. “And I supposed you know how to cook dwarf. Had lots of dwarf?”
“I...” Bilbo trailed off. The dwarves behind him were twitching frantically now, muttering what could only be obscenities at the hobbit. “I know how best to cook them,” he insisted.
Grace shook her head disbelievingly in the general direction of the fire. Bilbo was stalling for time, that was clear enough, but what was he biding time for? What was the point of it when they were all in sacks?
“Oh no,” she groaned. They were not all in sacks. Gandalf was off playing merry somewhere back the path a little, too far away to be of any help. And she was here. Possibly too scarified to be of any use but at least she was not in a sack.
17104 / 50000 words. 34% done!
* Julia Child
Novel Progress: Chapter 6 and 7 down. Next up, Abandonment Issues. (And booze.)
Current Emotion: I Could Do This All Day
All three trolls turned to look at Bilbo, the one holding Bombur lowering his arm so that Bombur’s head just touched the ground. Bilbo stared back at them, momentarily appalled that he had, in fact, caught their attention. His mouth opened and closed soundlessly, then, out of the blue, “You’re doing it all wrong?” He probably had not meant it as a question.
“Doing what?”
“Cooking - cooking dwarves,” Bilbo stuttered, hopping a little in place, wriggling in his sack. “You don’t want them raw -”
“I wants them raw,” said the first troll, once again making a swipe for Bombur. The second troll pushed him away.
“And, erm, crunchy is no good.” Bilbo shook his head forefully. “No good at all. No, it won’t do.”
Grace buried her face in her hands. This was surreal.
The second troll peered down at him. His nose was almost as large at Bilbo. “And I supposed you know how to cook dwarf. Had lots of dwarf?”
“I...” Bilbo trailed off. The dwarves behind him were twitching frantically now, muttering what could only be obscenities at the hobbit. “I know how best to cook them,” he insisted.
Grace shook her head disbelievingly in the general direction of the fire. Bilbo was stalling for time, that was clear enough, but what was he biding time for? What was the point of it when they were all in sacks?
“Oh no,” she groaned. They were not all in sacks. Gandalf was off playing merry somewhere back the path a little, too far away to be of any help. And she was here. Possibly too scarified to be of any use but at least she was not in a sack.
17104 / 50000 words. 34% done!
* Julia Child