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Friend still takes the cake

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When last I left you, readers, my fruitcake was out of the oven, cooled and ready for the display and serving apparatus.

Loretta has this big 15- inch, crystal cake plate that is mounted on a sturdy base and pedestal. The plate has a deep, thick, glass cover with a knob on top and, I’m guessing, the whole thing stands about 20 inches tall, from knob to table, and weighs about 20 pounds. The cover alone weighs well over five.

The point I’m trying to make here is that whatever goes under that cover and gets set out where people can see it, is going to be the center of attention to anyone who wanders into the same room where it is sitting.

If I do say so myself, my blemish-free fruitcake, everso lightly dusted with confectioner’s sugar, looked the model of glass covered perfection as it sat there in the dining room from dawn on the day before Christmas until we finally served dinner at 6 p.m. on the big day.

In retrospect, I can’t believe that nobody thought to take its picture.

But anyway, when Loretta helped herself to the first slice, sniffed the bite on her fork and finally popped it into her mouth where she rolled it around for several seconds, I sat back holding my breath and waited for the verdict.

After she swallowed, she nodded her head and said, “Oh, it’ll do. It’s very good, but it’s still not in the same league as Bob’s.”

The verdict was, in fact, much better than I’d expected. The fact that my too-discerning wife declared it anything better than edible was enough. The fact that she mentioned it in the same breath as our friend, Bob Kennedy’s, fruitcake in nothing short of high praise.

My pal, Bob, who lives in New Haven, Conn., where he is director of operations for Yale’s Timothy Dwight College, takes the time every year to bake fruitcakes for me and three other of his closest friends.

Bob bakes his cakes in bread loaf pans, wraps them in Cling Wrap and ships them in sturdy, cardboard, USPS priority-mail packages.

Loretta always says that we ought to keep the Bob cake and serve it at a holiday meal and I always say “sure” as I unwrap it, put it on a serving tray, and start a pot of coffee. Truth of the matter is that I ain’t sharing this cake with anybody except Loretta.

So, for 10 mornings or so after its arrival, we both savor a slice of Bob’s fruitcake and I usually sneak another right before I go to bed. The cake would not last nearly as long as it does if I didn’t have diabetes. I believe that I’m using most, if not all, the same ingredients in my humble attempt as Bob does in his, but the final product that I turn out is not even close to his. On the bright side though, my cake will still be around for at least a month and we had to struggle to make Bob’s last 10 days.



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