I need to confess. I believe I have violated the ultimate holiday taboo. This morning, desperately hungry, looking around and finding nothing else to eat... I finally realized I had no other resort, no other options.
I ate the fruitcake.
What have I done?!?!!
I think back, on the until now, unbroken chain of giving. Fruitcake given, fruitcake received. From person to person, a link stretching far into the past. Who knows how many years this fruitcake had passed hands? And now, in a fit of unthinking hunger, I have ended the fruitcake passing tradition.
I'm also worried. These things aren't actually meant to be consumed, are they?
Edited to add: quite clearly, my morning coffee has not kicked in yet.