Sweet October Morning
Goooooood Morning, Kuwait!
It is a sweet morning, a beautiful morning. You can see almost all the way to the horizon, and the lethal layer that hangs over it is somehow thinner this morning:
One of my favorite places, Weather Underground: Kuwait tells us we have five more days below 100ยฐF coming up and here is what it looks like this morning:
The house still smells of cinnamon and clove and Mom’s Fruit Cakes which I spent all day yesterday chopping, pitting, baking, and wrapping in the crisp Kuwait Autumn weather. ๐ I fell into bed last night around eight, and slept almost straight through until 0600 this morning, an exhausted Qatteri Cat snuggled up between AdventureMan and me. No, no, we don’t eat the fruitcakes yet. You make them around the end of October and you store them, heavily wrapped, in the refrigerator until Thanksgiving (4th Thursday in November) when you are allowed to taste the first one. They mellow as they age in the refrigerator.
In other countries, not Kuwait, you wrap them in cheesecloth soaked in brandy, and you can open them now and then and brush on a little more brandy with a pastry brush. Sigh. I am not much for drinking, but I miss the smell of the brandy soaking into the fruitcakes.
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so you made the cakes now for the fourth Thursday in November!!??? Isnt it too early? Wont they go bad?
Such a happy, cozy scene mashallah
No . . . fruitcakes are very dense. You wrap them in several layers and store them in the refrigerator. Somehow, over the weeks, the flavors blend and get even better. You start eating them in November, but sometimes we can make them last until even Mid March or so. They don’t go bad.
There are a lot of jokes about fruitcakes that are fifteen, twenty years old, etc and passed around from Christmas to Christmas and never eaten. Mom’s are so good, they get eaten. ๐
Welcome, Jewaira, but you know how “winter-y” it was outside yesterday. Imagine how cozy it is to have the oven running all day when it’s still roasting outside! What is good is that it still smells good today. ๐