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Mystery Mincemeat And A Fruitcake Memory

12/21/2015

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     Last week one of the Panera Posse members invited the Posse to her house for a little holiday party,
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...where a very merry time was had by all. 
 
      In the course of our discussion of the various and sundry subjects that always come up during a Posse meeting, we somehow  got onto that object of Christmas folklore, mincemeat pie. 
     Who'd ever had it?  A couple of us. Who really knew what it was?
     None of us, it turned out.
     A couple members had mothers or grandmothers who used to make it but weren't sure what went into mincemeat nor could they remember what it tasted like, or if they'd ever even tried it.  They only recalled that their mothers and grandmothers used store-bought mincemeat from a jar.
     Thus we wondered: Does "mincemeat" involve actual minced meat?  Or is it a figurative term referring to the "meat" of the "minced" fruit?
     One of the gals grabbed her smart phone and pulled up the Martha Stewart website to put the matter to rest.
     It turns out that Martha Stewart's mincemeat pie recipe calls for store-bought mincemeat from a jar.  We don't know what's in the jar of mincemeat Martha used, as she didn't didn't share.  She probably doesn't know, either.
     So the mincemeat mystery goes on.
     But when the subject turned to fruitcake, ah there we were all of us more savvy.  Amidst the laughter in response to the question of whether anybody actually likes fruitcake my hand shot up.   "I like fruitcake!", I declared, "I love fruitcake!" 
      What I meant, though,  was that I love - or rather used to love -  the Christmas fruitcakes that my parents used to make.  But my love of my parents' fruitcake wasn't always so.

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A photo of my parents from 1963 during the golden era of their fruitcake-making.
    When I was growing up the making of the fruitcakes was a grand production that my parents threw themselves into every year about six weeks or so before Christmas. And  though my parents considered their whiskey-infused fruitcakes their personal pieces-de-resistance,  I hated the fruitcakes and somewhat resented that my parents weren't instead throwing their energies into making Christmas cookies.
   Thus I did not bounce with excitement like a young Truman Capote when fruitcake weather arrived at our house.   Rather I gave my parents' labors barely a bored glance while passing through the kitchen where they happily cut up  mounds of uninteresting and unappetizing ingredients -  candied and dried fruits and nuts that they soaked in whiskey then thew into a great pot to be  coated  with flour then a thick heavy batter that they grappled to mix and stir until they had a pot full of dense, knobby whiskey-gloop that they'd pour into several dozen loaf pans then put into the oven for slow baking.
    After the cakes were baked and cooled they'd "water" (my parents' word) each cake well with whiskey before they wrapped them in cloth, plastic wrap and aluminum foil then set them aside to age for several weeks.  Halfway through the aging period they'd unwrap the cakes and refresh them with a second whiskey-watering, and then they'd give them a final watering before re-wrapping them for distribution. 
    Of the fruitcakes my father used to say,  "The purpose of the batter is to hold the fruit together and the purpose of the fruit is to hold the whiskey together."
    Ha, ha, very funny, I used to think back in my youth of my father's bon mot.  I thought the fruitcakes were flipping inedible.
      But then, of course, the fruitcakes weren't meant for children, a hard concept for a fairly pampered child like myself to wrap her head around.  The fruitcakes were gifts for friends and neighbors and to send to out-of-town family, all of whom I assumed feigned delight at receiving these ugly, poisonous-tasting things.
      Years later, when Tom and I were deliriously happy young newly-weds living in Louisville Kentucky
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...around Christmas time a box arrived in the mail from my parents.  I guessed right away what it was .
      "Wow, this smells, good,"  Tom said after he'd unwrapped the layers revealing the dreaded Christmas fruitcake.
      "It's a whiskey-brick," I, the tea-totaler, retorted dismissively .
      "It's delicious!"  Tom exclaimed.
      "Like whiskey?"
      "No, it's really good! You gotta try this!"
      "Oh,"  said I.  I cut off a small chunk and took a small bite.  It was a bright burst of heavenly flavors and textures, all fruits and nuts with just enough cake to hold them together, melt-in-your-mouth moist and rich and oh, so sweet, with just the slightest aromatic tinge that made the whole confection all the more wonderful.
     "Oh, wow this really is good!"  I cried, wondering if my parents had drastically altered their fruitcake recipe from when I was a child. "It's incredible!"
      But I could tell right away that this fruitcake needed one more ingredient to make it zoom straight up into the stratosphere of deliciousness.  "A scoop of vanilla ice cream!" I proclaimed.  How right I was.
     And how, from then on, did I, Tom, and eventually my children (who never shared my childhood anti-fruitcake bias) look forward to receiving our Christmas fruitcake, which we all agreed reached its true zenith when accompanied by vanilla ice cream, preferably Breyers Vanilla Bean.
     My father died 16 years ago, still my mother continued making the fruitcakes into her early 90's.
 But my mother is 95-and-a-half now,     

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...and though she's still doing wonderfully well - last weekend she hosted in her home her annual Christmas carol-singing party catered by a local restaurant and attended by 60 people - she gave up her Christmas fruit-cake making several years ago.
      Today I'd give $1,000 for a slice of my parents' fruitcake with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
      But all the money and technology in the world can't bring back a thing we long for once it's crossed over into the bitter-sweet ghost-world of our memories.

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Sharon Butler
12/21/2015 01:10:57 pm

Patti, I looked up mincemeat and this is what Bing told me: "Mincemeat is a mixture of chopped dried fruit, distilled spirits and spices, and sometimes beef suet, beef, or venison. Originally, mincemeat always contained meat. Many modern recipes contain beef suet, though vegetable shortening is sometimes used in its place. " I have always wondered about this too. I am so glad you posed the question. Now you can share this with your posse! BTW, have you ever considered making the fruitcake yourself? Tom might really enjoy the "watering" part! It's also possible to make the candied fruits yourself, adding the the "science experiment" nature of the task. Are you game?

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Patti
12/21/2015 06:15:38 pm

Thanks for looking into the mincemeat, question, Sharon. So I guess the answer is that mincemeat may or may not contain meat or meat products. Now the next question is: what's beef suet?
You know, I never did consider trying to make fruitcake but now I'm kind of wondering if maybe I should try, though my sister (see comment below) once helped and says it's really hard to stir the batter, so I don't know. Of course, my mom continued making them until she was 92!

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Sharon Butler
12/21/2015 07:14:09 pm

You know, Patti, in the fruitcake-making saga, I wonder if someone you know has a Kitchenaid stand mixer with a dough hook? They are very heavy duty and the dough hook is designed to handle heavy doughs. They would not have been available to a home cook in your Mom's day but lots of people have them now. Check around and you may find someone who is willing to loan you theirs, possibly in exchange for a small fruitcake??? This could make a huge difference when mixing the batter with all those fruits and nuts in it.

Romaine
12/21/2015 02:44:11 pm

Oh I loved those fruit cakes too! I always thought they should be served in a shot glass. I was a purist - never thought to try ice cream with fruit cake - but I do recall it went very well with egg-nog.

I have on at least one occasion helped mom bake the fruit cakes - it's a colossal undertaking one that will leave your arms sore from the mixing of the batter. But certainly worth it!

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Patti
12/21/2015 06:07:32 pm

Oh, wow, Romaine, I didn't realize that you helped a time or two with the fruitcakes! Kind of an iconic experience, huh? Now I can just imagine how good that fruitcake would have gone with eggnog - sorry I never tried it that way!

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Jean
12/21/2015 03:19:10 pm

Like I said, Patti, "When I grow up I want to be just like your Mom."

If you decide to tackle that fruitcake recipe I'll be glad to help.

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Patti
12/21/2015 06:16:52 pm

I don't know, Jean - you want to give it a fling? I guess I could ask my mom for the recipe.

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Patti
12/21/2015 07:51:35 pm

You know, Sharon, I do have a friend - my friend Jean who (see above comment) said she'd be up for making a batch of fruitcakes together - who has one of those kitchen Aid mixers. My nephew Randy has one, too. In fact, two of my daughters have one. The only thing is, as I recall, I think the fruit batter needs to be stirred by hand in a giant pot. I should check with my mom, though.

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