Welcome to another adventure from the Thousand Acre Woods deep within Trollheim of the NJ Pine Belt! Tales Chronicled by Jonathan Hulton...Its polling day in the Thousand Acre Wood. Will it be the Troll for the red side or the Nisse for the blue; but whoever wins we find things never change within Trollheim.....

 

I was invited to, the Troll Thing. They were selecting the next president of The Thousand Acre Woods for the year. A little Tusser in blue, was running against a Jottun in red.

The incumbent, a refined Nattroll, was stepping down. He found out the hard way, he could do more good if he was not encumbered by politics. Granted both candidates were mythological creatures, nobody within the woods knew what reality was anymore.

Karl was asked to provide a little lite entertainment, during the intermission. After a few jokes, pointed at both candidates, he read out his brown bread recipe.

The ingredients were: a half cup of dates, 2 cups whole wheat flour, a cup of molasses, five tablespoons of salt, 2 and a half cups of sugar, 3 teaspoons baking powder, and a packet of yeast. I missed the segue; he was an alchemist, but did that make him a baker? Either way, how does bread follow the story about a blonde and a turtle on his back?

Anyway, many went home and tried his recipe. It was horrible!

After Helgi, as a joke, made some. I gave it a taste. It took me ten minutes to get the first bite down.

Karl was there, so I asked him about it.

"I never said it was any good; I never tried it before; I just suggested that those ingredients might give rise to something," Karl answered. "I wanted to see if it would work."

"Why did you ever think to give the crowd a recipe in the first place?" I asked.

"Well, didn't both of the candidates have a recipe for the election they never tried before either, and mine sounded more appetizing?"

Later that week, sitting by the fire, Angrboda was yelling, "I insist I must be ill!"!

"Why is that?" her mother asked.

"I would hate to think anyone who feels like me is right and fit!"

Then I asked her if she ate Karl's bread.

 

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