…I ate it with some honey.
For those of you who may not follow my hijinx on Twitter (and by that I mean the one person who doesn’t follow them on Twitter), a few months ago dear friend of the blog Gerty-Z lamented that her grandparents had sent her a fruitcake. I commented that I happen to love fruitcake and so Gerty-Z, ungrateful grandchild that she is, sent it to me.
Initially I feared that the postal carriers had known what precious cargo was contained in the box…
Thankfully, the content appeared to not be tampered with.
Now, I wanted to enjoy this delightful fruity and nutty novelty, but I was hesitant to unwrap it before I left for vacation lest it get stale. Knowing that fruitcake wrapped in plastic would survive a nuclear winter, I opted to wait until we returned. Then tonight, I finally unsheathed the beast.
For anyone else as interested in fruitcake as I am, I intend to enjoy this glorious confection over the next 12 nights. I hope that Gerty-Z will express my sincerest of thanks for her dear, sweet, thoughtful grandmama for me.
The first night’s trove was delicious.