First of all, Merry Christmas! Second, can someone tell me who the fuck eats fruitcake? I distinctly remember being seven years old on Christmas Eve at my Grandma’s house. I stood there motionless as all the aunts were scrambling around in the kitchen getting the food ready. I watched in horror as the 5 pound … More Gingerbread Muffins and the Evils of Fruitcake.