Do you like fruit cake? My mother made it when we were kids and we probably weren’t allowed to eat it because it had liqueur in it. I remember her making the cake, wrapping it in cheese cloth, and putting it away in a closet. Every day or two, she’d take the cake out of its hiding place, douse it with rum and wrap it back up to hide again. I don’t recall her ever serving the cake or mom and dad sitting down to eat it, but I’m sure someone enjoyed it!
Many years later, when dad was working here in California and he had remarried after mom passed away, dad decided he would send fruitcakes to his friends back east. He saw an ad for Collin Street Bakery in Texas and he was mailing fruitcakes like a crazy man for many years. In fact, I think he even sent me a cake one year. (Leslie hates fruitcake!)
I haven’t had fruitcake in years, and every time I see an ad or someone mentions it, I always say “ah, I love fruitcake,” but I never do anything about it. I’m better off.
Phyllis Diller: Have you ever known anyone who bought a fruitcake for himself? Of course not. They are purchased as Christmas gifts, mostly for people you don’t particularly like.
Fruitcake was the big talk around the house this week. Leslie works for a businesswoman who is always receiving gifts from her friends and colleagues. The business is rather small and is run out of a house in Corona del Mar. The people in Leslie’s office are friendly with all the delivery people because packages are delivered on a daily basis.
Earlier this month, Leslie’s office sent a fruitcake as a gift, and it was refused by the recipient. The USPS driver brought it back to the office, told Leslie it was refused, and that it would cost the office about $20 to take it back. Another option was to refuse the package, which they did. A week later, the driver came back and told the office that the fruitcake was in limbo and had no place to go. So it’s now back in Leslie’s office and it looks like it will be mine.
The lonely unwanted fruitcake and I have a date this weekend.