Im a fruitcake junkie. I admit it. I bought my first round, sweet fruited, glistening fruitcake of the year. It sat on the table last night with the anticipation of a cup of Christmas blend Starbucks Coffee this morning. So when I woke up too early, I wasnt disappointed at all. I got the coffee all set up and closed the lid. The gurgling water was working its way thru the flavorful blend releasing that Starbucks addictive aroma. I picked just the right section of the fruitcake to satisfy both the green fruit and the red cherry candied fruit as well as a whole pecan. I sliced it nicely on the plate and grabbed my cup of joe. The dogs were corralled out the door (with the exception of the old man who doesnt get up for anything) and I sat down for a peaceful taste of december. But first, just so the experience has no barbs whatsoever, I put the cup and plate on the table in the living room and went to the bathroom. From the helpless position in the only room of the house that holds you hostage, I hear the movement of toenails on old wooden floors. NO. I frantically try to finish up quickly but that doesnt work when you havent done your kegel exercises in years. The clicking of paws and nails are on the move. Im yelling now. STAY AWAY FROM THE FRUITCAKE. Im sure that phrase translated to EAT IT NOW in canine dialect. Im sure because thats exactly what he did. Another dog corralled out the door. The experience tarnished. The glow of the fruitcake dulled by my own disappointment. I cut the second plate full. No bells ringing. The lesson learned glaring at me from the crumb filled floor of lost hope. The first bite was still heavenly but in an entirely different energy than i first envisioned it this morning. Hope your morning has fruitcake magic today!
Posted on: Sat, 13 Dec 2014 12:49:15 +0000
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