Saturday, December 7, 2013
recipe
Don't think I've said much about my grampa Bill. He was a tough old guy, worked on oil rigs in western Kansas most of his life and gardened and cooked in his spare time. The man had a way with candy--the holidays were a glutten fest of fudge, divinity, peanut brittle, and his fruitcake. A little fruitcake goes a long way, but I dug up the recipe the other day and with some customization--candied citrus from DeLaurenti and a splash of rum--I think it'll be delicious. Also, the recipe card is spotted with batter and was handwritten by my Mom, which makes it extra special. Miss you Momash.
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