I guess I am getting lazy in my run up to Christmas blogs. This is a copy of my blog post from 365 days ago.
Fruit Cake Gets a Bad Rap – Dec 22, 2010
Fruit cake is a holiday desert, loved by few – despised by many. In its various shapes, sizes, ingredients and texture, the fruit cake has become more than a Christmas desert. It is the brunt of jokes in family circles and vilified by comedians coast to coast. Johnny Carson joked that there really is only one fruitcake in the world, passed from family to family.
Speaking of The Tonight Show, we have Jay Leno to thank for introducing us to the Fruitcake Lady, Ms. Marie Rudisill from Monroeville, Alabama.
I’ve been seeing this outrageous personality for years. A little known fact: She is Truman Capote’s aunt. His mother was her older sister.
Speaking of Aunts, one of mine used to send me a fruitcake every year for Christmas. I am one of those odd human beings that actually likes good fruitcake. Anyway, the annual fruitcake would show up every year the week before Christmas. You practically needed a fork truck to move this thing around. My concern with this desert was not its weight, but its proof. You see I think she started the liquor soaking in August so that it would be all ready to go out before Christmas. My friends would say, “Why don’t you slice me off a sip of that fruitcake.” I’m surprised the ‘Revenuers’ weren’t showing up looking to tax this thing. Anyway, I figured out I had an allergy to alcohol and had to ask my aunt to stop sending the annual fruitcake. I still get a bit weepy when I think of having to do that.
At times I’ve been compared to a fruit cake, as in: “nuttier than”
Reality is like a fruitcake; pretty enough to look at but with all sorts of nasty things lurking just beneath the surface. ~A. Lee Martinez