Finley: On fruitcake, 'Elf' and peace on earth
Christmas is upon us, so let's stop snarling about policy and politics for a bit and scrap about something that matters. Like fruitcake.
I may be a yuletide outlier, but for me, it isn't Christmas without fruitcake. And I'm not particular about what kind.
The fancy, rum-soaked cakes aged and wrapped in cheesecloth thrill me no more than the blocks of fake candied fruit sealed in cellophane on the shelf of the drugstore. Please remember I will rescue any abandoned fruitcakes.