If your image of fruitcake includes that nasty citron and green candied cherries, by all means, feel free to barf.
But, my fruitcake has none of that. Just a bunch of berries, cranberries, cherries, apricots and raisins, re-hydrated and macerated in rum for a couple days, then mixed in with the “cake” part.
After baking, more spirits are generously poured on until no more can be absorbed. That one fruitcake in a 10" loaf pan contains about half a bottle of rum.
I’ve never had fruitcake - but after watching Alton Brown’s show about it last night, I may try making one sometime. His recipe includes a lot of different dried fruits - and the only candied bit is candied ginger.
Reeder, you have good taste. My dad loves fruitcake too. In fact, that’s one of the things I’m giving him for Christmas. I couldn’t find him a Claxton fruitcake this year to save my life, though. Guess he’ll have to make do with something called “Village Square.” He’ll eat it anyhow. Give the man enough eggnog, he won’t notice.
I love fruit cake - the richer and darker, the better. All those who hate fruitcake, feel free to send me your share. I promise I’ll put it to good use.
Christmas is only Christmas because if 3 things. 1) mince pies (the fruit mince kind) 2) Ham 3) Christmas cake and or (both hopefully) christmas pudd (with brandy sauce).
I’ll give you an AMEN! I love the fruitcake from the Collin Street Bakery! My family usually gets a couple every year, and sends some as gifts too. We’ve visited the bakery in Corsicana, Texas, too.
I once mailed one of their fruitcakes as a holiday gift to a penpal in Riga, Latvia. This was before the USSR broke up and he said sometimes items that were very obviously food gifts would “be lost” in the postal system. So the bakery mailed it out in a plain box, with only the tiny notation, for customs, that the package was edible. It got there safely.
CSB fruitcake is moist, and has a lot of tasty fruit and nuts. The pecans are especially plump.
My mother made the best fruitcakes in the world. Amazing crystallized fruit (not that neon-colored crap you see in grocery stores), delicious batter. Then came the fun part. A nice two-week spa bath in bourbon-soaked cheesecloth. You had to cut into literal slivers because it was so rich.
I’ll take care of any unwanted fruit cakes in the tri-state area.
Oh, and I’ll be in Montreal for Xmas, so I’ll take everything north of the border too…