I like fruitcake.
There, I said it. You can gasp, turn your head away in disgust, shun me from your list of daily reads. I don’t care. I like fruitcake.
For some reason, fruitcake has developed a bad reputation. It’s the topic of jokes and a universal symbol of bad taste at Christmas (along with the green sweater with white reindeer patterns on it that Grandma gives you).
But why?
It’s moist and delicious. It can even be cooked with alcohol inside.
According to Wikipedia, it’s all Johnny Carson’s fault. Did one man change the way everyone looks at fruitcake?
I dunno, but I’m here to give fruitcake a good name. Who here likes it?