Unfortunately, my dad doesn't. So amongst all the holiday baking I need to do for Thursday, I'm making him his annual fruitcake. At the moment, I've got 42 pounds* of dried fruit, and those nasty green cherries he insists on, soaking up really good rum. Waste of booze.
And, just for Vic, since I know he'll ask:
Chocolate swirled pumpkin...
And, just for Vic, since I know he'll ask:
Chocolate swirled pumpkin...



