|Truth be told, there was no singing involved.|
We went calling on our neighbors this Christmas Eve. We brought along fruitcake!
|I’ll have better photos of the cake in candy shells soon.|
What a nice way to spend a few minutes with neighbors. The first invited us to Saturday lunch with his hunting club buddies over at his shop. The next introduced us to her daughter and a friend– turns out we have mutual acquaintances. DeWayne wasn’t home. Bo wasn’t home either but the kids were. Little Caroline gave both Mr. Big Food and I a hug and her big brother Waker– of how many ways can a 15 year old boy mess up fame (remember how angry I was with him when he put out that deer corn feeder on the property without permission)– was so overcome with emotion at having received a few slices of fruitcake that he gave me a hug!
Fruitcake. Who knew it had so much power?