A woman with shorn white hair is standing at the kitchen window.
She is wearing tennis shoes and a shapeless gray sweater over a
summery calico dress. She is small and sprightly, like a bantam hen;
but, due to a long youthful illness, her shoulders are pitifully hunched.
Her face is remarkable--not unlike Lincoln's, craggy like that, and
tinted by sun and wind; but it is delicate, too, finely boned, and her
eyes are sherry-colored and timid. "Oh my", she exclaims, her
breath smoking the windowpane, "it's fruitcake weather!"
from A Christmas Memory, 1956, Truman Capote
I've seen quite a few posts on fruitcake this season. And it's almost
making me hungry for it. Almost. Most of us have them in our
holiday memories as vile dry Styrofoam slices, full of more bitter
candied fruit than cake, wrapped in foil, hardening in the back of the
fridge. I think I'll try one out and create my own new millennium
fruitcake tradition. This recipe of Alton Brown's looks good. I've
never made one of his recipes that didn't become an instant Manor
favorite. Click [here] for the recipe. Blog Princess G's fruitcake looks
amazing, though, and I am leaning towards her recipe. Click [here]
for a look. And Bee Drunken has several delectable recipes posted
on her blog. They all sound good; click [here]. I don't know. Libras
can never decide.