Brindelberry Fruit & Pie Wagon
In the Brennesh Foothills, from Gondwindi to Belledale down to Bindabelle, the cheerful jingle of chimes and bells announces the arrival of the Brindelberry Fruit & Pie Wagon. The halfings Hamlin "Badger" Brindleberry and his wife Joon have been running the wagon for the last thirty-odd years, raising children on their way, and becoming friends with people all over the foothills. The only matter of debate is whether Badger's savoury or Joon's fruit pies are the must have item.
The villages throughout the foothills are very familiar with their brightly coloured caravan. Their relations with fruit farmers of the area are of the utmost importance to their business, of course, but a stop-over in Belledale offers both Korinthian and elvish imports, and Joon swears by elvish brandy added to an apple cinnamon pie.
General Living
The Brindleberrys prepare food everyday they journey, knowing they're bound to encounter travelers on the road with empty stomachs. They are both capable drivers of the cart after the years they've spent together on the road and have sorted out their shift work to be certain of their stock upon arriving in any village. They also often carry news from village to village, helping relations keep in touch, a service which is greatly appreciated and, it has been noticed, has helped their sales. Two full-sized horses, Umbra and Peachy Keen, pull the wagon on its course. The caravan was built for humans and thus extremely roomy for the halfling couple. They've been able to split the inside into two levels, the upper level being their sleeping and general living quarters, and the bottom being the bakery.Menu
The menu includes a variety of fruit acquired from town and farm usually in forms of jams, candied fruits, and chutneys; and a small amount of imported spirit, usually sold out a short distance from Belledale. Joon specializes in fruit pies, the best known being the apple-cinnamon brandy, a three berry pie, and an apple-pear winter pie with walnuts. Badger long ago purchased a magic sack that keeps his savoury ingredients fresh for extended periods of time. From Belledale he likes to purchases crawfish, and from the local shepards lamb including kidney. A favourite is a pie he titles elvish unicorn, really elvish hart imported from the Wildewoods.The chimes of the pie cart come on the morning breeze and the wee lads are up like a shot, begging coin for tarts. It's about the one way I can get them out o' bed afore noon these days! Well, milk them cows before the cart passes you by, I say. Them boys never work so hard.
This is a lovely read. I like the details you put into it like the elvish brandy and the fact that the Brindleberrys also bring news with them. This article seems well thought out.