Chefs! Cooks! Would-be gourmands!

Let it be known across kitchens, caravans, and candlelit feasting halls that the vaunted chefs of the Epicurean Eatery have at last risen from their simmering contemplations to call forth all competitors!

After suffering too long the absence of the dreaded Curator Morvaethe, Felix and his associates are now confident that the old witch's cursework is at least enough to buy the realm temporary relief - and enough time to safely hold the challenge with all its usual pomp... all without the risk of terrifyingly lengthy enchanted stasis!

Thus do they deign - nay, they delight! - to emerge once more from beneath the weighty yoke of their saucepans, and declare that the next Iron Epicurean shall commence upon the 21st of Chakros, come the evening hour!

Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 17th of Dharos, in the year 12 AC.