The mere mention of fruitcake can cause many a face to frown and crinkle.
My mug isn’t one of the them. To me, a slice of homemade fruitcake is the crowning touch to a cup of piping hot coffee.
Many of you have been done in by those poor, mass-produced, poor-excuse-for-fruitcakes sold by retailer merchants.
You know, I can understand your disdain.
Each year, my late Uncle John of Evans Oil Company would dole out those Georgia-made concoctions to his regular customers as a show of holiday cheer.