The Born Loser by Art and Chip Sansom for January 05, 2025

Well if there had to be some use for fruitcake.

Rum delivery vehicles aren’t half as bad as sometimes claimed

Leave it to Uncle Ted to find the bright side of being a Born Loser.

I figured he was going to use it for a door prop.

You can give it to me, I LOVE fruitcake!

Some bad events eventually make great memories!

My mom never made fruitcake for the holidays (or any other occasion), but I sure do miss all the different cookies she used to bake for us.

Just get a Claxton Fruit Cake

certain holiday foods always trigger memories – even the lowly fruitcake…!

Or it could make a good doorstop .

Hey, I like fruitcake!

Is that the same fruitcake that’s been on his backseat for the last five years?

Like cats, fruitcake makes excellent traction under the wheels of your car when you’re stuck in the snow.

I haven’t tasted fruitcake in several decades.

Well, that’s a win-win then isn’t it! I’m sure Brutus is delighted, but why would a biohazard remind one of their youth!?

Just punt it around the house.

well then, bone apatite. :J

Another jab at fruit cakes. We had them when we were young and they tasted great. Omar and Claxton.

There is some meaning in his thinking……?

If you don’t want it, give it to me. I’ll give it a shot and see how it measures up to mine.

I cannot align myself with those who abhor fruitcake. My mother, who was bi-polar, mean spirited and difficult to live with, made delicious fruitcake which I looked forward to each Christmas Season. It is the only good memory I have of the poor woman.

What are friends for. Consider it yours. Merry Christmas my friend………

I tried it again this holiday because I’d forgotten why it’s so hated. I think it would taste halfway decent with the nuts and brown sugar paste, and the fruit, if only they didn’t put those nasty orange peels in it. The kind I got listed orange peels as the second ingredient. It tastes so very bitter going down, and the bitter aftertaste lingers. I thought I’d never get that horrible bitterness out of my mouth.

Fruitcake. Torment. I confess. I am with Brutus. I chunk em.

If you get stuck on ice, you can throw chunks of it under your tires for traction.

My mother loved friut cake for Christmas. I couldn’t stand them but feel the same way as Brutus’ friend. We had mom until she was 102.

not sure why, but reminds me of the joke: “My wife treats me like a god! — yep, makes me a burnt offering every evening.”

I have actually eaten fruitcake. I know. I might as well have just written that I am an alien from outer space.

Uncle Ted has found a very good use for that fruitcake. I hope he won’t mind getting one every year.

My parents were strict teetotalers, Alcohol was absolutely the worst sin. But Mama would make the FC in early Nov. and then pour bourbon or rum on the FC, and let it marinade 4-6 weeks so it would be ready for Xmas, and I would sneak and pour more several times. And it really wasn’t that bad!

I know I’m odd, but I like fruit cake.

Food should never be toss out. Somebody close by might be hungry. Donate to a shelter near you..

I back the car into the garage so I use mine as a stopper.

Uncle Ted sees the good in everything, even fruitcake.

boy, if i’d only known, i’d have given uncle ted my grandma’s fruitcake. not only was it fruitcake, it was dry fruitcake. you needed a lot of egg nog to choke that sucker down… ☺

The problem with Brutus letting her think he ate — and therefore liked — the fruitcake is that she’ll keep making him one every Christmas. But maybe he’s smarter than we know — if he told the truth, she’d likely just gift him with something worse. Better to leave bad enough alone?

I can’t help imagining her reaction when he tells her he ate it, and how much he liked it: "You finished the fruitcake? But . . . but . . . why aren’t you a frog? I must’ve messed up the magic ingredients I put in the cake batter . . . Er, that is, I mean, uh . . . "

By the way, I’m in the “I like fruitcake” camp. My wife and I used to even make our own for the New Year’s parties that we hosted in our younger days.

I love fruit cakes. I have always loved fruit cakes. And I don’t care who knows it. By the way, my children love fruit cake too. (Sigh: Maybe that explains them loving my cooking while my beautiful wife was gone for a month. I have warped my children!)