Yep, I love fruitcake. . . well, not all fruitcake. I love Collin Street Bakery fruitcake.
Every year someone would send my grandmother a Collin Street Bakery fruitcake and I would sneak the cherries and pecans off the top when no one was looking. Having a piece of fruitcake with my grandma was Christmas, it was our special time together. . . and every now and then we'd let my mom (the only other fruitcake lover in the family) join in.
Seven years ago my grandma passed away just a few weeks before Christmas. The fruitcakes stopped coming and Christmas changed.
Last night my mom surprised me with a Collin Street Bakery fruitcake. I hugged the box. . .
A silly fruitcake made it feel a little more like Christmas. I can't wait to start sneaking the pecans off the top.
Emmett, Elsie & I are going to take a little break until Christmas - we'll be back once the stockings have all been stuffed.