Fruitcake; culinary mystery
Another round of retail madness, without me. The idea of visiting places such as Costco do not interest me, when a big coat and big boots mean I have to anticipate the aisles. Instead, I stayed with the nephew-in-law and progeny, and the afternoon just went away.
Off to the family home, come evening. I did pitch in with some family taxi time, in the dark, but traffic had slipped to zero so the challenges were less. And with that, we had another quiet evening with the other, uncaged dog… a true canine dance performance. So much bowing and barking.
Now we recognize that more travel will be required, at dawn, as we try to avoid some incoming freezing rain. The one form of precipitation that can wreck a trip. There us a place in a motel, at the other end, as long as we don’t get sidetracked.
Not much else to add. After almost a week away from home, I’m getting antsy. I want to watch the end of the decade from the comfort of my favourite chair. With unlimited seltzer.
Tonight I learned a little bit more about that seasonal dessert: fruitcake. I don’t believe I have ever tried a true traditional version. The small bricks we’ve acquired in the local market hardly meet the mark. Somewhere there are examples that have stood “the test of time”, either through being abandoned in the Arctic or bequeathed by families with unique value systems. Maybe I should learn how to prepare one, just for the experience. I’ll check an online cookbook.
