November 20, 2005
Fruitcake of my dreams
There's nothing like a good solid day of virtuous cleaning, scrubbing, provision-buying more more cleaning to really do the soul good. (Especially if said soul went to the party of some friends, which was very fun and had, swear to GOD 3 drinks ONLY and yet become disgusting, sickeningly drunk, which was not fun, at all, and ruined the soul's Saturday with a horrible, horrible hangover. Turning into an old person sucks.)
Anyhow! It's long overdue, but last weekend I made fruitcake, following the ancesteral recipe (originally the recipe of a Mrs. Willis, published in the Toronto Star many eons ago). And when I say weekend, believe you me, it took all weekend. It's a two day recipe, starting on Saturday and culminating on Stir-up Sunday! But it's no sacrifice, because I love fruitcake with a love that is sincere and true. It's my favorite holiday dessert, but this year my Mum did not have a giant extra wheel to give me, as she has in years past. So, much like with the pickles of a few months ago, I was forced to make my own -- but it's not as bad as you might think, because now there are 6 pounds of delicious fruitcake that are mine, all mine, and they are in my fridge, at my disposal, for eating whenever I like! Well, whenever I like after it is done resting and its flavours have adequetely mingled, a process which will take another three weeks. Until then, enjoy this photo essay of the process:
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Posted by Jen at November 20, 2005 06:50 PM