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And I hate that I hate it, because I've felt like a fraud over the years when I've had to feign delight to those I care about who've been thoughtful enough to give me their homemade fruitcake. I have no doubt that their fruitcake is delicious to someone who likes fruitcake, but I wouldn't like it if Martha Stewart had made it.
I agree. I personally don't like dried or candied fruits. (and yes I hate gummy bears and raisins etc) And yet each year I always get a fruitcake with this admonition, "Others that proclaim to hate fruitcake LOVES this one..."
Um it isn't fruitcake I don't like, it's the fruits in the cake. Remove those and I will probably love it. And guess what? I did. (a neighbor made me one without the fruit bits)
I love fruitcake, homemade and the store bought ones. I like the candied citron, and can eat that plain out of the container, so that's probably why. A slice of fruitcake and a hot cup of milky tea.....heaven!
My uncle, a priest, used to send us a fruitcake every year made by Trappist monks, that was fabulous. My Dad was a particular fan, and although he would share, it was via some very thin slices. I haven't had it in years.
I'm ordering one from them for DH this year. He loves fruitcake. We'll see how the bourbon soaked one goes over. They came highly recommended.
If someone wants to share something baked at home and inspired by the heart, I'll have a piece.
However, hard preservative-laden stuff they sell at the store? Or worse, a catalog? If I never saw one again for the rest of my life, I wouldn't miss it.
My mom sent me a homemade fruitcake when I was stationed in japan years ago. Nobody in my division had seen a homemade fruit cake before and at first nobody wanted to try it. Everybody was from parts of the country where fruit cake was not all that popular and I was the only southern guy. I placed the cake at the coffee mess and it sat untouched for a few hours before anybody got the nerves up to try it. Once that one person tried it, and it was actually pretty good to them, the words got around. When I saw it again, nothing was left but crumbs. Good thing I got that one slice that morning.
That's the one! My Dad is gone, but the memory of him hoarding his yearly fruitcake will always bring a smile to my face.
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