Oh the weather outside is frightful…and so is fruit cake!
I was at a Christmas party with friends over the weekend and discovered that someone who I have known for years actually likes fruit cake. Considering I didn’t realize that anyone actually consumed the gelatinous creations, I was even more shocked that someone I consider a friend considers them a delicacy.
It is amazing what you can find out about people if you just ask questions and listen. In the same way that a fruit cake has all kinda “stuff” that is surrounded with different types of “goo” and shaped with some type of special “filling”, most of the people in your life are similarly fruit cake-ish. Considering I don’t know how you actually consume an actual fruit cake (I believe that it is sliced, but possibly it is pulled like pork, I’m not sure), I can’t make this metaphor preserve nearly as well as the magic of a jelly loaf. In whatever way you gain access to your seasonal party in your mouth I would assume that it makes a sound when you cut into it. I’ve asked people questions over the years that I clearly remember hearing a sound in the pregnant pause while they were attempting to create an answer.
Are you still seeing her?
What happened that night after the concert?
Did you mean for your hair to end up that way?
If a horse is a horse of course of course, how much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
Silence can be some of the loudest moments of your life.
FC appears to be a fairly busy taste concoction. I’m betting that no two bites are the same (either because of the layers of fruit or the fact that the actual loaf has changed its physical properties several times since its actual preparation). There’s a lot of challenge when you are really asking questions but one of the biggest is that each successive question can give you not only a different answer but a completely different set of questions. If you didn’t know that someone had a certain experience until you asked, you definitely don’t know where the conversation is heading next. Listening is a skill but we don’t give asking questions any credit for being an equally important skill.
Ultimately I think the most magical thing about squishy fruit bread is the fact that not only is it a holiday spectacular but it stays, in its current state, FOREVER. One of my bits of advice I’ve given to my female friends over the years when they were interested in boys is for them to pay attention to the amount of questions he asks about you. When someone is genuinely interested in you, they want to know you and ask lots of questions about you and your life. Answers don’t go away, they stay with you forever. You may not be able to recall them all, but they are there…in the same state they were given to you. That knowledge of the people in your life is what creates depth in relationships. I think we all crave deep, meaningful relationships (at least we crave them more than fruit cake).
After we were done teasing our friend about fruit cakes we continued with our festivities. There were several other moments in the evening where I learned new things about my friend’s lives. Luckily I was not required to actually learn what fruit cake does to one’s pallet after white wine. In the interest of full disclosure, I did sample fruit cake once in my twenties…it has now replaced a filling I lost in a tooth since it is still with me all these years later.