Friday night, I bought several groceries, including a fruitcake.
I’m absolutely nuts about fruitcake (pun entirely intended.)
To my disappointment, the fruitcake didn’t taste so hot. In an effort to not waste food, I continued eating it over the next few days.
Sunday, the cake, which actually tasted better, turned my stomach upside-down and decided it would rather stay outside of me than inside.
That’s fine, though; that fruitcake was disgusting and over-priced.
Enter my friends. Nathan, with Tyler’s help, had whipped up a real fruitcake.
The real fruitcake contained ginger, which was immensely and potently and happily helpful.
The real fruitcake tasted delicious- each bite was different but had a certain similarity to it. I think it was akin to eating a song. Only music could possibly taste that good.
So my words of wisdom for the day: eat fruitcake that’s homemade, not fruitcake that’s store-bought.