In my family only my maternal grandmother like fruitcake. Every Christmas, when I was a kid, my family would receive gift foods from our relatives scattered all over the country. You remember how people used to send foods and baked goods through the mail back then?
We'd receive oranges from Florida, canned lobster and blueberry preserves from Maine, designer candies from NY. and a delectable selection of fruits and nuts from CA. Mom used to send them her special homemade chocolate fudge.
One of our relatives sent us a fruitcake every year. When the package arrived, eagerly would we open it (hoping against hope for something different this year) until we discovered inside was a fruitcake. The fruitcake would sit alone and unloved in the refrigerator until Christmas day when it would be placed on a beautiful China plate and served to Grandma who would partake of a modest slice.
After Christmas dinner the fruitcake was shoved back into the fridge. There it remained, untouched, until January when it had hardened to a rock-like density and dad would take a cleaver and a rollingpin and chop it into chunks which we would toss into the snow outside for the birds and squirrels to feast upon.
At least the wildlife enjoyed it.
(You can't regift a fruitcake with a single slice missing).
Do you have any funny Xmas memories???
We'd receive oranges from Florida, canned lobster and blueberry preserves from Maine, designer candies from NY. and a delectable selection of fruits and nuts from CA. Mom used to send them her special homemade chocolate fudge.
One of our relatives sent us a fruitcake every year. When the package arrived, eagerly would we open it (hoping against hope for something different this year) until we discovered inside was a fruitcake. The fruitcake would sit alone and unloved in the refrigerator until Christmas day when it would be placed on a beautiful China plate and served to Grandma who would partake of a modest slice.
After Christmas dinner the fruitcake was shoved back into the fridge. There it remained, untouched, until January when it had hardened to a rock-like density and dad would take a cleaver and a rollingpin and chop it into chunks which we would toss into the snow outside for the birds and squirrels to feast upon.
At least the wildlife enjoyed it.
(You can't regift a fruitcake with a single slice missing).
Do you have any funny Xmas memories???