Hello, my beautiful readers! Please welcome the fabulous and lovely Vicki Batman to the blog! She’s here to talk about fruitcake and the holidays.
Holidays are Joyful… Especially with Fruitcake!
Weather. It can be great or crappy. And this past weekend’s ice storm proved the crappy part. ¼ inch can paralyze our city. Fortunately, there’s the highway department and city’s sanding crews…
But why so morose, Vicki? It’s just weather, and we have it everywhere.
Well…it threatened to spoil my holiday fun. For the past long time years, I have traveled to a small town for their annual Christmas Candlelight Home Tour. The homes are decorated in period style (usually Victorian), and that’s way cool. The town boasts 150 historical markers. Once upon a time, it was a very big city. Then the railroad came and the waterway was ruined…. It nearly died until a group of ladies from the garden club pulled together the home tour.
I truly cherish these trips with my galpals. This time together kicks off my holiday season! We oohed and aahed over the houses, eat great meals, stay in a bed and breakfast, shop ’til we drop, and gab like maniacs over everything (like last year when we decided our heroes are handymen!), staying up way past a decent bedtime.
So what are your holiday traditions?
I love the holidays so much, I write Christmas stories almost every year. This year is the debut about a much maligned holiday treat, “The Great Fruitcake Bake-off.” Here’s a little bit to tickle your fancy:
“I am not entering this year.” I pinned an unbreakable stare on Bethany, my long-time friend. We were piddling over coffee in her cubical like we always did before getting to the nuts and bolts of company business. “Period.”
“Why not, Samantha? You should be proud to be the five-time winner of the Great Fruitcake Bake-off. You’re a legend.”
“Is being a legend in the fruitcake world a good thing? It’s exhausting. Finding the perfect recipe, then bake and exhibit it. Besides, shouldn’t somebody else win?”
Bethany’s fists went to her hips. “Sam, we’re talking fruitcake. It’s not groundbreaking like, like the Declaration of Independence or…the Pyramids.”
“I’m shocked to hear you say that. Fruitcake is the cake of all time. It dates to–”
She bobbed her head. “To the sixteenth century.”
I raised my finger. “It gets a bad–”
“Rap.” She sighed a soul searching blow of breath. “You always say that. You also always say you love participating; yet, you’re not defending your title this year.”
“I’ve used up all of Grammie’s recipes.”
“You could start over with the first confection you entered five years ago, couldn’t you?”
“It seems like cheating…in a weird way. And I don’t cheat.”
“You are a shining example of excellent values.” She drummed her fingers from the littlest to the index and considered. “I’ve got it! Why not check online and find a recipe?”
“They don’t call you brainchild for nothing.” I rubbed a finger along the divot below my lower lip. A tiny speck of excitement blossomed within me. “I’ll need a brand new fruitcake. I wouldn’t want to be like Crazy Wanda who enters the same freakin’ lump of dough every freakin’ year.”
“It never hurts to expand your repertoire, even if it’s by collecting fruitcake recipes.”
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