*shiver*
I received this delectable morsel of..er..fruitiness..last week from a client. It was delivered to our office in a very unassuming box, and when the requisite tin was revealed my heart sank. I was immediately reminded of visits to my Pepaw's house all throughout my childhood. Why, you ask? Because for my entire life, until he was forced to move out of his house in 2006-ish, he had a fruitcake, in a tin, in the back, bottom shelf of his refrigerator. Almost 20 years. A fruitcake. All up in there.
It became a game, after my sister and I were around 4 and 6 years old, to run as soon as possible into the kitchen upon arriving at Pepaw's to check the fridge for the fruitcake. And it was ALWAYS there...lurking..
I think it knew we were there. I think it rose from its resting place at night to roam the town in search of Redi Whip. 8-/
Needless to say, fruitcake hasn't been something I've ever had any great love for. Even if there had never been an Evil, Undead Pepaw Cake, there would be no love. Those things are just nasty...and the fact that they actually DO keep so well is just disturbing. My comment about it to my coworker was that fruitcake would be one of the few things left if there ever is a nuclear holocaust..along with cockroaches, Bob Barker, those potato chips that cause anal leakage, and Hondas. Really..I HATE Hondas, but those goofy, little bastards just run forever. It's disturbing.
My fruitcake remains in the refrigerator in our office, unopened. I expect it to still be there in 2030. I may even go back to check.
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