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PROGRAMMING NOTE from the Author and Archivist


So obviously I just stopped blogging on this platform. I'll get back to it eventually. Or not. I'm taking a break from all social media. It seemed necessary for my mental health.

The last few years have been busy and … challenging:

- 2015 Happened.
- 2016 Let's call it The Lost Year. (Obviously words failed me.)
- 2017 about broke me. Literally. Mentally.
- 2018 was ridiculous, proving 2017 was just a warm up. (Good thing I was already broken so it couldn't hurt as much.#2018TrashCanFire I thought things were going okay, but maybe not?)

- 2019 was such a blur. I know there were highlights, but then stuff happened and carried into the next year...

- And then in March#2020 really took a turn. Who can even categorize 2020? Do we dare?


I kinda want a do-over of some of the last few years. But life doesn’t work that way.


So for now, I'm hunkering down. Regrouping. Trying to stay safe and sort some stuff out.


Stay safe everyone. Stay well.

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Tuesday, December 18, 2007

It's not really about the fruitcake!

In the rush of the hollydazes some of the important things can be forgotten in the mad rush to get everything done. Things like remembering those people that aren't here anymore and the traditions and recipes that they passed down. To that end, I'm posting my maternal grandmother's fruitcake recipe.

Now, don't groan. It's not that kind of fruitcake. It's not cakey. It's more like candy, crunchy, chewy, tooth-rotting, filling-busting fruitcake, with nuts, candied fruit, and a whole parcel of South Beach Diet No-No's.

Plus, it's not really about the fruitcake. It is more about the family traditions -- of having the fruitcake around at the holidays, of the family trips to No. Carolina to the farm, where time would literally stand stilll, to other cultures, and branches of the family tree. The pecans for the recipe would come from the tree in the yard, and would be painfully shucked by the whole family. (That's another story, about Thanksgiving.) Many of us wouldn't eat the fruitcake for years, well, because it was fruitcake. It wasn't until last year, when she wasn't with us anymore when we all realized we had to have "Grandma Jones' fruitcake." Seeing Mom and Dad struggle to make it just added another layer to the memories -- of nutty people cooking, of brothers and sisters squabbling over the last piece, of Grandmas playing with their grandchildren, and Christmas spirit.

Enjoy the holidays.


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Grandma Jones' UNCOOKED FRUIT CAKE
3/4 Cup Milk
1 Pound Marshmallows
3 Cups Pecans
1/2 Teaspoon Salt
1 Pound Graham Crackers
1 Pound Seedless Raisins
1 Pound Mixed Candied Fruit

Mix the crushed Graham Crackers, Raisins, Candied Fruit, Pecans, and Salt in a large container.

Melt Marshmallows in milk over medium heat or in the top of a double boiler. Stir until the Marshmallows are melted.

Pour this mixture over the dry ingredients and mix together well. (Using your hands is OK!)

When mixed, press together into a slightly buttered plate or pan in whatever shape is desired.
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3 comments:

Anonymous said...

All I can see is "blah, blah, blah, marshmallows, blah blah, blah marshmallows, blah, blah..."

Is that bad?

Auntie Nettie said...

I know. It's sentimental and sugary. Just like the marshmellows.

Don't be mean, or you'll be getting the other kind of fruitcake sent to you!

Anonymous said...

The nuts, in the cake are for those that are tired of walnuts. The Fruit is to give it color. The raisins help add a sugar jolt. the marshmallows and milk make it a breakfast treat. The whole thing is healthy and meets the new food guide lines for high fiber and protein. A little warm coco and Christmas is just wonderful.
Now quite worrying about getting hands dirty and mix one up.