Last year I baked my first true Christmas cake. Unlike the dry compressed fruitcake bombs of my youth, I was inspired by Angela of Spoonful of Sugar and her fellow Christmas cake enthusiastic Brits to give the real thing a try. The experiment was a huge success and the hit of our family party. I even promised Dad this year to bake BIGGER so there would be leftovers to squirrel home.
To read about my adventures last year, check out these posts:
Andthe Spirit of Christmas Upchucked all Over My House
Do Not Feed the Animals...but Do Feed the Cake
Finale: The Christmas Cake Turns Out
Since I have lids for those 9"x13" pans I figure they will be easy to store and "feed" in and then I can cut out strips when it comes time to sharing. They smell delicious already. By the way, all of my dried fruit came from the Amish Country Store in Branson: pineapple, mango, cranberries, raspberries, strawberries, blueberries, raisins, golden raisins, red apple, etc.
Below is the recipe from Emeril I used this year and it's a keeper, although I modified a few things:
I didn't prepare the simple syrup for soaking the dried fruit. I soaked it in 2 cups of Mandarin Orange Bacardi instead. And then again, I used MOB where it says Grand Marnier or other orange flavored liqueur and I omitted the bourbon. Instead of vanilla in the recipe, I split and scooped the seeds out of a real whole vanilla bean and threw it in with the fruit as it soaked. Just prior to mixing the fruit in with the batter I removed the vanilla bean, scraping it in between my fingers to get as much flavor off of it as I could. The marinating fruit smelled like vanilla-y paradise.
I used closer to 12 oz of dried fruit per batch (made 2 cakes) which included: pineapple, mango, apple, cherries, strawberries, raspberries, dates,cranberries and figs. Where did I get my dried fruit? My favorite place to shop for specialty foods: The Amish Country Store in Branson. Aunti Miranda and I ran down there yesterday and stocked up for the holiday season. The only problem was all those pesky tourists in our way. Kidding! We just usually try to go off season so we can selfishly have the store to ourselves. (Grin)
I won't be making the whiskey sauce to serve it with as I'll be "feeding" my cakes Southern Comfort twice a week until Christmas, covering them tightly, and storing them in a cool dark corner of the guest bedroom closet.
Six and a half weeks until Christmas, kids! Can you believe it?