But do feed the fruitcake.
To all the Brits who have inspired this little foray into the holiday culinary unknown, thank you. I'm still mid-journey but enjoying it immensely. I unwrapped the cake this morning and was surprised to find that the rich, spicy, fruity aroma immediately drifted nose-ward and that the cake looks and smells beautifully moist. I would never have guessed that for a week old cake. To be honest, I expected to find a dry pile of mold, even though I know that's sort of a mismatch in concepts.
My report to you is this: so far so good. It still smells good enough to eat, it looks very moist, and it has now quaffed in two more tablespoons of my finest Southern Comfort.
Long live the Christmas cake!