A Story about Fruitcake

This is a story of disaster, a gift, a helmet and love.

It started quite simply like all Hallmark movies (that i love) where a jilted lover was given a symbol of hostility and a breakup gift just before the holiday. The gift as you might have deduced was a simple fruitcake.

What she (the giver) did not realize was that a Trappist Abbey Fruitcake is a very special cake. With a long history (especially in the 18th century) where fruitcakes were considered sinful.

And so with a heavy heart and a one pound cake, the recipient, who we will call William, left dejected and in pain. Donning his Panoply he trudged to the nearest cafe for a cup of joe.

As he sat at the little round table made of wood, he sipped his cappuccino thru his Armet, with great difficulty I might add. As he removed his gauntlets, and tried desperately to take a bite of the “parting” gift, he failed miserably, like his now defunct relationship.

The story should end here, all sad and stuff, instead, a strong but gentle voice, a dame they say named Joan, spoke. “I can help with that if you are willing to share.” she said. Will turned quickly to see who had spoken and found a shining light blasting around Joans head, (she sat with her back to the picture window) and an arming sword at the ready. He flinched, knowing this was the end to a long day....

Instead of him, Joan sliced a paper thin piece, “This fruitcake is a perfect match to go with a holiday fire. And when paired with a cup of hot chocolate or tea, you have the formula for a calm life.” she said.

And so the story goes that the secret key to a happy life is with a fruitcake experience that is not chunked into a mass that is so big that you can’t fit into the slit in your helmet, but instead, when thinly sliced (frozen or chilled makes it easier) the fruitcake becomes easy to eat and you will create a very special and long lasting relationship.

This unseemly and often made fun of cake is actually really, really, rather good! Cheers!