birch and grasses alone on the snow, grey sky indistinguishable. the flat world falls into the edge of time, lifeless, dull wedge of horizon and soundless ...
01 February 2009
My wife and I chose a traditional fruitcake for our wedding twelve years ago. We saved the small top layer and on our anniversary we eat a thin slice. We keep it well wrapped in the freezer and bring it out just once a year. Next year I think I'll bring it out long enough to thaw completely, and give it a bit of brandy. In the old days, fruitcake was stored by submerging it in confectioner's sugar; the fineness of the sugar prevented anything from getting in contact with the fruitcake. I hope we can share a slice on our fiftieth anniversary.