Rose, Happy Holidays to you also! You sound in great form, keep it up!

Rose and Judy,

Look, I hate to phrase it this way, but it seems the score for The Question of The Week so far, is:

Two fruitcakes and two non-fruitcakes.

And yes, Rose, in America the label of fruitcake for a person, indicates one may wish to take a wide berth of one so labeled. In my own doubtful book, a person willing to eat fruitcake should be given a very wide berth! Apparently fruitcakes have nuts in them because the term I remember is, "they're as nutty as a fruitcake."

I don't doubt they have everything in them, some things still unknown.

You say, Rose, that you never made a fruitcake? Till now, I thought they just, grew somewhere, like in Borneo, or The Falklands. :)  People collected them, aged them for decades, then shipped them off for people to give relatives they don't like,but feel obligated to give them something on certain holidays.

But you two are likable, and are poking holes in that theory. Well, if I get any, I know who to regift them to, the following year. :)  Enjoy!

Exactly, Merely Me! You hit upon the object of fascination and, I hate to offend anyone, :) but revulsion too!

What are those things in the cake and can anyone prove it? I mean, there is so much suspect, that I would think absolute trust must be gained before convincing someone to bite into the concoction. My parents never gained such trust from me, and while I told my kids often to try something because it was good, I never said a word to them about fruitcake.

You are right, those red and green things, and the suspicious, drab material of various sizes, all through the cake, make you take a step back whether Simon says to, or not. It's called survival instinct, I think.

Funny you mention eggnog, which I've never had either, because my grandchild asked generally, yesterday, what is eggnog?

I said I know there must be eggs in there and something called, Nog. Whether it is plant, animal or mineral, or alien, I could not tell her. I'm loathe to read the label or Google it, seems too easy. Wonder where they grow Nog?

Okay, Judy, this is where everyone finds out how gullible I am, and I believe you when you say there are Nogs growing some place in this world. Because I watch a lot of documentaries and have yet to see one on people farming Nogs somewhere.

On the other hand, we must get Rum from something. I'm a little sad now, if that is in eggnog and I've missed it all these years, although I have made rum and cokes happy a few times, or vice versa. Even rum and cake! Without all that strange stuff in it!

Ha! I think you've hit on the secret of fruitcake consumption, one must get inebriated first, to eat it, or make it.

Perhaps that was Grandma's secret of her own. :) And how it came to be that so many strange looking things were thrown in the mix. A point is reached, like Lucille Ball used to demonstrate, when following a recipe doesn't matter anymore.

Thank for the good weekend wishes, if you're not dressed by now, let it slide till tomorrow! It's Christmas!