It's Christmastime, which means an abundance of fruit cake... jokes. Seriously, who actually buys, gives or eats fruitcakes anymore? A friend of mine has a story about playing hockey with one, another said that his extended family kept regifting the same fruitcake for something like 15 years, and each family genuinely thought it was a brand-new fruitcake every year (I'm missing part of that, I'm sure, but that's the gist). Tonight I ate fruitcake. I'm not even sure I knew fruitcakes could be eaten; like the candycanes my mom used to hang on the tree, they seemed like seasonal decor but not to actually be digested. And you know what? Not so bad! I prefer a gooey chocolate cake, or a nice slice of angel food with whipped-sugar frosting, but I could subsist on this stuff if I were running a dogsled race* or living in a treehouse.
*Don't ask me why I remember this weird detail about this movie. I saw it once, I was 16, it had an Astin in it and that's what I remember? That he lived almost entirely on fruitcake? Go fig.