We came to the farm Thursday. It was cold – probably about freezing – and cold in the house. I brought with me another fruitcake trial – this time a recipe from Mother’s box in her handwriting. I had mixed the fruit and dry ingredients in town. I mixed in the eggs, packed the fruit-rich mix into bread pans lined with greased brown paper, and set them to baking in the oven at 275.
Mother baked fruitcake while I was at school, so I never saw the process from beginning to end. I don’t even know for sure that this recipe is the one she preferred. And anyway, I used my own mix of fruits, substituting golden raisins and fruitcake mix for much of the candied fruit.
I wasn’t sure when the cake was done. With so little batter it was hard to test. I baked it 75 minutes and then removed it from the oven.
But – in two days Mike and I managed to eat one of the loaves by ourselves. Note to self: get more fruitcake supplies and start earlier next year.
Mike got up about 5:45 this morning to let Nellie in. The wind blew the woodshed door open and that was too weird for her. He checked out the lunar eclipse and took this picture of the Christmas tree.
When I got up, I noticed a deer at the far side of the “north forty.” And then there were five in the middle of the field. I think they know the season closed. KW