They were washed and in the middle of good deep mugs of beer when Mr. Butterbur and Nob came in again. In a twinkling the table was laid. There was hot soup, cold meats, a blackberry tart, new loaves, slabs of butter, and half a ripe cheese: good plain food, as good as the Shire could show, and homelike enough to dispel the last of Sam's misgivings (already much relieved by the excellence of the beer). [page 154]
Tolkien captures perfectly the feeling of sitting down to a good meal. This reminds me of finishing a long trip or making a stop for dinner or cooking lunch on a hike - you are satisfied to have normal, down-to-earth food.
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