I have no pride and, according to many, no taste. I love fruitcake. Sickeningly sweet, loaded with pecans, cherries, pineapple and white raisins, heavy as a brick and about four weeks old. Yum.
For some reason, fruitcake has acquired a somewhat dubious reputation. It’s been horribly maligned and the laughing stock of the season, which as a fruitcake connoisseur, I find completely offensive.
Johnny Carson famously joked that there’s actually only one fruitcake in the world, which gets passed from household to household. Other comedians glommed onto the idea in such a big way, hating fruitcake has become a widely-accepted holiday tradition. Read more