The Fruitcake Reprimand
(This is a chapter adapted from my book: A Little Help from My Friends)
I’m going to make a fruitcake this year for Christmas,” I announced to Edna one fall day, when we bumped into each other in the supermarket.
“Why would you do a thing like that?” she asked.
“I like fruitcake.”
“Shhh,” she said, quickly looking from side to side as she nudged me behind the potato bin. “Someone might hear you.”
“So what if they do?”
“You wouldn’t want anyone to know you like fruitcake or, much less, spend time and money making one,” she whispered.
“Well, I am particular. I don’t like just any old fruitcake,” I explained. “My favorite is a pound-cake-style that’s loaded with candied cherries and nuts and laced with an ancient preservative.”
She was struck speechless.
The Brave Few
Sadly, there are only a few fruitcake aficionados left in the world and we are a lonesome and loathsome lot.
Made By the Pros

Trappist monks at Assumption Abbey Monastery in Ava, Missouri, infuse their annual fruitcakes made from an old English recipe.
“You Are a Little Fruitcake!”
The term “fruitcake” more often denotes people who have nutty qualities rather than a robust, sinfully rich cake. In an angry outburst some years back, Rep. Pete Stark (D-CA) scolded his colleague Rep. Scott McInnis (R-CO), calling him: “A little fruitcake.”
What caused Stark to use that particular metaphor to express his rage is unclear. Perhaps it was the result of a scant vocabulary or a bad experience with the holiday staple.
Fruitcake Forever
I tried to explain to Edna that fruitcake’s claim to fame is that it lasts nearly forever and is the one thing that can’t be broken in shipping. She agreed.
“A sturdy cake was great for medieval crusaders on a winter campaign and even came in handy when their catapults ran out of ammo, but it’s outlived its usefulness,” she declared.

The store-bought are a little too fruity for me. I prefer the cakey rather than the sticky versions.
Johnny Carson Ruined the Fruitcake for Us
Like many Americans, Edna was brainwashed by Johnny Carson some years ago. The late night comedian put the hurt on fruitcakes, when he declared that there was only one left in the world and it was being passed around among gift-givers each year.
As a testimony to the cake’s longevity, one 125-year-old fruitcake showed up on the Tonight Show. An Ohio housewife had baked it shortly before she died in 1878. The family didn’t have the heart to eat or dispose of it. Instead, they kept it under glass and showed it off on special occasions.
I could never replicate a confectionery worthy of such honor, still I determinedly stacked my cart with the sticky candied fruits that sell for the price of a fine Stilton.
Edna looked at me in disbelief.
“I think you have a fruitcake fetish,” she blurted out.
“And, I think you are a …a … a fruitcake bigot,” I snapped back.
Sharing the Bounty
My old Arkansas recipe makes enough for one large Bundt-sized pan, plus a loaf pan, so I sent the smaller one to Edna’s husband, Harry, knowing he had been deprived of the ancient sweet for years because of Edna’s attitude.
“So how did Harry like the cake?” I later asked Edna.
“He said it was one humdinger of a fruitcake,” she answered with a sly grin.
Hmm. . . what do you suppose he meant by that?
Are you aware that Chef Jean Pierre Auge of St. Louis provided the recipe for the fruitcake recipe the Monks use at the Assumption Abby?
https://www.stlmag.com/dining/a-la-carte-assumption-abbey-fruitcake/
I knew that was the name of the chef, but did not know he was from Missouri. Thanks for the update.
Great fruitcake feature. I also like them but am particular about what is in them.
A blog I recommend: Cathysalter.com
I read her weekly feature. Have not been able to locate a direct e-mail feed like yours.
& a related one Thecommoningredient.com
Click on the 2 bars top right of that site. Enjoy both!
My husband Kumar liked fruit cake and usedto make them
I just ordered a bourbon cake from Gethsemani Farm in Kentucky that had been recommended to me. Looking forward to its arrival.
When I made fruitcake my husband refused to try it. The following year I made the same recipe but offered it to him as mincemeat bread and he loved it! It’s all in the name.
You rascal. 🙂
Fruitcakes provoke extreme reactions from my friends, either loving or hating them. I myself am going to follow Jean’s lead and order one from Gethsemani. I will nibble and munch and It will happily last me all of 2022.