Fruitcake
For the last First Friday event, my most thoughtful mom sent to The Cartoonery (my office) a fruit basket. It was such a wonderful idea and it would have been a fantastic treat, had it been delivered. The next day, when Mom asked how I liked the fruit basket… I says to her… “huh?” Thus this toon.
I am totally with you Randie! I love me some fruitcake!!!!
and awww. brig…that sucks about no fruit basket deliver…was it by “delivered” by Fedex?
Give me fruitcake, or I die. Okay, throw some chocolate-covered cherries and I’ll revive.
You can rejoice with Randie soon, Brig: We’re sending YOU a fruitcake in a few days. Right now it’s soaking up a little more peach brandy. Unless you’d prefer the one soaking in blackberry brandy?
My mom makes great persimmon cake, gives small loaves to dozens of people in her life; her neighbors, the gardener, everyone who works at the local library branch, etc. My grandmother made awesome fruit bread; it was known by the family as “Lucy Bread”. It’s the preservative-laden commercial fruitcake that’s universally, and justly, reviled.
Fruitcakes can be tasty what with the soaked-in rum or whathaveyou. And for those not so moved, they can be squeezed dry over an empty glass for some Christmas “spirit” swigging.
There’s a cute saying, “Moderation in all things, even moderation.” Fruitcakes can be worth a sample but not so much that their overwhelming sweetness overtakes you. As for the production versions that have a shelf life of something like…forever…I’d say, use them as doorstops only their sweet stickiness will have your floor covered in ants and other creepy crawlies. Maybe your cat or dog may like them. If not, at least they’ll bury them for you.
There was an article this week in my paper that said that fruitcakes, if properly doused, can stay edible for a vast amount of time. Apparently a fambly in Minnesota kept one from 188? and Jay Leno, on his show, sliced off a piece, and DID NOT DIE. (you can insert your own funny here).
Heather (and Fellow Fruitcake Lover)… it was such a good idea my Mah had… and she even ordered it thru a local to me company (she knows I like that sort of thing). Turns out THEY failed miserably. It was not FedEx, who has not failed me yet.
EofO (FFL)… I see that you have a thing for Fruitcake, Cherries, & Chocolate… Good Combo!
Kona (JOY! good to hear from you!)… ooo, Lucy Bread… I like that. I like little names and traditions famblies create. It’s so personal and makes for wonderful stories.
stick…. moderation… BAH! And I like your quotation. Every now and again (and again) you just have to go over the rails. And in today’s Letters to the Editor (Monterey County Herald), a woman recounts a lovely “mouse” story where she’d made a rum-soaked cake for some local charity auction… she left it in her trunk so as not to forget it. When opening the trunk, she found a rather fat and intoxicated mouse. No breathalizer needed. Luckily she had a spare cake in the wings. Mouse was relocated to the garden (probably with a “hair of the dog”).
Pete (FFL)… Oh, Pete! Joy! I am sooooo looking forward to that! Oh, either! I shan’t turn away either of your wonderful fruitcakes! and thank you! Hee hee… fruitcake… hee hee.
Brig. I also love fruitcake and it sure would go well with some java? I know it is a busy time but next week I am off and perhaps it is time to catch up.
Brig, today’s cartoon is great! Funny how real life appears in living color. My wish for whomever basket was delivered to, that it was enjoyed, and they thanked their mom.
Talk to you soon, Love Mom
Carl (FFL)…. we WILL get together and do the joe!
Mom… Hee hee… Yup… and now everybody feels our pain! SOMEBODY got a lovely fruitbasket! Harold is still miffed!
I, too, love homemade fruitcake! My middle brother and sister (adopted cousins) had a grandmother who was one of the nicest people I knew. She sent Christmas gifts, nice ones, for all us kids, and made the absolute best fruitcake I’ve ever eaten! I just wish I could have gotten her recipe. I think that was actually the first I’d ever eaten, in fact. Full of fruit and dark as sin, doused in something liquorish and allowed to sit for a year.
Fruitcake — lovely fruitcake —
My father LOVES fruitcake (I’ve always thought it was too heavy), we used to make it every year. Then he developed an intolerance to nuts. He’s very unhappy about this.