christmas early cake
November is tough. The first cold weather of the season. Thaw then freeze, snow and melt. Cutting wind. A man needs something to see him through. Stores for the rugged months ahead. Sister Deb keeps me from the cold. Suppling a heavy, booze wrapped fruit cake to sustain me in my travels into the bush and creek beds. The snow will get deep. Energy may be hard to come by, but if you have a slice of cake in your pack, you’ll get there and back. You can’t buy it at Mountain Co Op or any market. It’s worth it’s weight. It gets handed down and gifted. I bought some high priced hooch to keep the wrapper wet. If I plan it right it will last till the end of March. Deb says it was our mother’s recipe. I think it’s hers now.