Yeah, so the best part of the picture is the fruit. And by fruit I mean the kind that is not in the cake.
When I started with the fruit filling my dad walked in and asked what I was making. I told him a fruit cake. This was his response (I wrote it down):
"You're making a fruitcake? That's not something someone your age would do... That's something my grandmother would do. Oh, she was a teetotaler. She didn't drink a drop in her life but we all knew there was somethin' in that fruitcake. When she died we found a big bottle of rum hidden behind a door. I guess that's why she made so much fruitcake..."
Oh dad.
