Personally speaking I love fruit cake. And after today’s epiphany, well, I just can’t wait until my aunt gives us another for the holidays. I mean, most people hate them, but we love them. And I think that the reason is simple, most people don’t get to experience them the right way. And there is a right way to experience them. I think most people only get the commercial cakes, the ones that taste like dirt and are as hard as a rock. I understand why people would think that they are nasty. I don’t like the store bought varient either. A fruit cake is not meant to be eaten dry. It is meant to be soaked in liquor, over a period of weeks in a process called ripening (example). This yields a moist cake, sweet with fruit and full of liquor. Everyone is happy. But some time in our history (at least American history) I think we got on some kind of moral high horse and decided that booze was bad, and we would have nice holiday celebrations without getting drunk. Naturally this goes for the cake too.
We had been dealing with moths off and on for a month. I thought I had checked everything but obviously not. I mean, the spare bed room is not that big, nor did I think that there would be a food source for them. Well, I was wrong. We finally found their hold out it was a small fruit cake in a decorative tin. I can only imagine that it got swept up and stored without me even noticing it. I will admit that I had been in a real hurry this year so that just goes to show me to stop and take more time. I am sure that I will be able to laugh about this someday, many, many, many years in the future. I’m still finding some residual webs but I think that we have succeeded in clearing them out.