Fruitcake or Not

 

I have lived in the Deep South most of my life.  From some of my first memories I remember the "Fruitcake" weekends my mother and her sisters had each year.  My mother and her three sisters would gather at my Grandmother’s home and spend all day working on their Christmas Fruitcakes.  There was laughter, talking, cutting fruits, shelling pecans, and probably adult beverages.  All I can remember is I really disliked the smell of all those ingredients and to this day I do not eat Fruitcake, southern or not.