If you ever venture into the baking aisle of your average N. American supermarket, take a gander at the ingredient list on the plastic container of “mixed fruit,” the kind of fruit used for Christmas cake.
Although I’m utterly *shocked* and *horrified* that the candied stuff contains tasteless food material that is robust to hold its shape and texture through most every kind of processing. Still, that’s a nifty fact – good catch!
No, my cake was advertised as a ‘Vegetable Cake’ and delivered with ample goodness.
If zucchini makes the cut why not rutabaga indeed.
Why not, indeed?
Rutabaga has the marvelous property that allows you to claim the moral high ground after you have successfully delivered it to the unsuspecting.
Aha! I have fed you rutabaga – and you did not object!
If played too often, however, or with too much exuberance, this trick will result in a great deal of cynicism and mistrust. Be moderate.
Don’t tell me that you made a “fruitcake.”
If you ever venture into the baking aisle of your average N. American supermarket, take a gander at the ingredient list on the plastic container of “mixed fruit,” the kind of fruit used for Christmas cake.
First ingredient? Rutabaga.
A fruitcake? Haha… not a chance!
Although I’m utterly *shocked* and *horrified* that the candied stuff contains tasteless food material that is robust to hold its shape and texture through most every kind of processing. Still, that’s a nifty fact – good catch!
No, my cake was advertised as a ‘Vegetable Cake’ and delivered with ample goodness.
Also, we’re not picky.
I kid, I kid….it filled my tummy with happiness.