imma go out on a limb and say that dwarven shins are like ox tails.
so... elven menudo.
the dwarf shins are seared then plopped into the soup pot along with some more substantial sources of meat. nothing too fancy, just some goblin flanks to round out the soup and add a little fat. the meats, intertwining their flavors into a delicate broth. a union that would never occur if the animals were still alive, literally and metaphorically. quarry bush leaves tossed into the soup to cut the savory flavor of the soup down and to add that distinct aroma the leaves are known for. valley herbs are crushed and added in to impart the delightful tang known only as "essence of sun" to the soup. later, the stems are removed, but not before the final ingredient is added. powdered featherwood bark. the powder having the well known effect of imparting a sense of self rightousness, and priggish arrogance. the stems form the valley herbs are removed as are the now stripped dwarf shins, having imparted their delicious meats the the bubbling broth. the mix is let simmer for another thirty or so minutes, then let stand for another hour before finally serving in simple wood bowls at important elven functions such as, starlight day, oakheart festival, and "lets all get together and talk shit about the other races" night.
a simple recipe to be sure, but tasty nonetheless.
ingrediants for the next food are, alpaca milk, dwarven cheese, dog fat, and... something simple... pig livers.