On a lighter note… in a thoughtful effort to “beshine” (as my father would say) my born-goyish husband, I thought I’d make a fruitcake. I know it’s late, because fruitcake needs to sit for weeks and weeks and soak in brandy.
Nevertheless. I asked him to buy a tub of the mixed-dried-fruit they sell in the baking aisle; you know, cherries and stuff. So he did, and I picked it up and looked to see what kinds of fruits are in it…
You’ll never guess what the #1 “fruit” in this mixture of “mixed glace fruit” is…
Yuck! So now I have a conundrum: find an easy recipe (mincemeat here) and make a cake anyway, and try to forget what’s in it? Or pass it along to some sucker on Freecycle – without mentioning the main ingredient?
Ew… I can’t stop thinking about this… and really don’t know what to do!
(p.s. There is NOTHING derogatory about the word goy – the word is very commonly used in the Tanach to describe bnei Yisrael, so yes, it’s true – I, too, am a goy. All of which doesn’t negate the fact that there is nothing more goyish than a fruitcake!)
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