Overboard by Chip Dunham for November 20, 2020

I love fruitcake, ill take it.

There must be such a thing as good fruitcake. I’ll admit I haven’t eaten much fruitcake at all, so I wouldn’t know the difference. I know it’s an old cliche that fruitcake is awful, but if it were really that bad, no one would ever bother making it, right?

Legend has it that there’s really only one fruitcake in the entire world, but it keeps getting re-gifted so it looks like there’s more than one!!

Those fruitcakes are a great substitute for an anvil, if you happen to need one in a pinch.

You can regift it to the Green Ship pirates, for Christmas.

It’s a fruitcake, it’s an anchor. It’s a fruitcake, it’s an anchor. Wait it’s both!

Don’t disparage their gift. You can always use another doorstop. No, really, I used to hate fruitcakes till my mother got a recipe for an icebox fruitcake. If you like fruit and nuts, then this cake’s for you.

A local store had one, 20 or 30 pounds, for sale. I was thinking here’s the gift which would be regifted for generations.

Why are fruitcakes a joke. Many people like them. I do.

Thanksgiving was 5 weeks ago.

most people do not like fruitcake because they do not eat it properly…should be slightly warmed up with a little butter

Mom used to put rum in it…………it was wonderful and you can buy good fruitcakes still.

There are enough (sweet) fruitcakes on that ship already.

I remember the late Johnny Carson and his yearly joke about that one Fruitcake that is making its way around the world!! I wonder where it is now???

A properly baked big heavy fruitcake with the right ingredients is a marvelous thing…

A good fruitcake can be great. My grandmother would make one that required rum inside and rum, or some alcoholic drink, be poured over the top and ignited before slicing and eating. MMMMMM

I actually like November. It’s a kind of by-month, Thanksgiving notwithstanding. Leaves are gone, birds and squirrels are busying winter-proofing, and the growing season in in lull making me feel like I’m off the hook for actually DOing something. The chill is an excuse to cook the heavier meals and treats that don’t seem right before in the year. The cold winds are a reason for fleece and warm throws and hunkering with hot drinks and good books, and generally there’s no snow yet to contend with. Yep, November is OK with me.

That heavy Fruitcake, sliced and warmed slowly in a skillet (with real butter) becomes amazingly sweet. Transfer to a dessert plate and sprinkle a dusting of confectioners sugar.

As one born in November, I resent that. I’ll sue.

I love fruit cake. Especially my late mother’s fruitcake.

Feel the love.

Happy Friday, Crew.