I start thinking about Christmas in August. It's sick, I know, but I can't help it. In Sydney, Christmas happens at the hottest time of the year. When it gets hot I'm wired to think about Christmas. At that time one of the things I start pining for is a slice of Christmas Cake and by the time it gets to December I'm well primed.
I've learned to keep it quiet though. If you want to see someone's terrified "you-are-a-bug-f*ck-crazy-man" stare, tell someone how much you are looking forward to making and eating a Christmas fruit cake. I kid you not. As a test try dropping each of the following statements in public and monitor the reaction you get to each:
- I believe capital punishment is an effective punishment and deterrent.
- I believe fruit cake is delicious.
It's a good bet that that there would be some debate on 1 and you'll get the crazy-freak look and be dismissed out of hand on 2. The real War on Christmas
(TM) is the shameless swift-boating of Christmas fruit cake.
Somehow the collective consiousiouness of the US has been poisoned on the subject of fruit cake. He Who Must Be Obeyed tells me that the anti-fruit cake movement was helped in large part by a running gag on Johnny Carson. Something along the lines of there being only one fruit cake ever made that has been passed from person to terrified person without ever being opened. This from a country where they will eat just about anything fried if it will sit still long enough.
The key problem seems to be the perception that fruit cakes are heavy and dry (I'm going to ignore commercial fruit cakes for reasons that will become apparent in a moment). If true, this suggests a bad recipe, poor execution or far too timid a hand in adding alcohol to both the pre-soaking fruit mixture and to the finished cake.
Fruit cakes are not fluffy, girly, blouse-wearing sponge cakes. Fruit cakes are darker in color, denser in texture, and richer in flavor. Real fruit cakes are filled with so much alcohol that sending one across a state line is technically rum running. In short, fruit cake is a Man's cake.
Fruit Cake is the cake of Johnny Cash, Henry Rollins, and Bon Scott.
Another problem with fruit cake may be the amount that folks in the US think they need to eat. The size of portions here is massive. Ask any Aussie that's given a jar of Vegemite to someone in the US and they will be able to tell you about "The Vegemite Effect." That's when, without ever tasting it before, they slather a thick coat of Vegemite on a piece of bread and take a bite.
The reaction and resulting facial expression is one that can only be reliably replicated by tricking someone into chowing down on a full baby diaper. But I digress. The point is that folks here automatically assume that you need to eat a lot of everything when just a little really does go a long, long way. With a fruit cake, just a finger sized slice is the ticket.
Just because no one here knows how to make a good fruit cake doesn't mean a) it isn't possible or b) make it Satan's premier tool on earth (see the collected work of FOX 'personality' Bill O'Reilly if you want to see a bravura perfomance as Satan's Premier Tool).
In my family we have a recipe handed down from grandmothers immemorial and it is very good. I made it a few days ago and while I was shopping for ingredients somone asked me what I was making and, foolishly, I told them. They gave me the bug-f*ck-crazy-man look and backed away. Very slowly.