“Come along in, and have some tea!” he managed to say after taking a deep breath.
‘A little beer would suit me better, if it is all the same to you, my good sir,” said Balin with the white beard. “But I don’t mind some cake – seed-cake, if you have any.”
“Lots!” Bilbo found himself answering, to his surprise; and he found himself scuttling off, too, to the cellar to fill a pint beer-mug, and then to a pantry to fetch two beautiful round seed-cakes which he had baked that afternoon for his after-supper morsel.
The Hobbit, Chapter 1, An Unexpected Party, J.R.R. Tolkien
I blogged the full recipe here:
A Thousand Tiny Pieces 