Yesterday I made fruitcake, the kind where you raid the Whole Foods bulk aisle for fancy dried things and then soak the cake in booze and age it for a month. The Anne of Green Gables-reading part of me likes doing something so “old fashioned” (if not downright medieval); the drinker in me likes the booze part; and the adult reader in me thinks of Laurie Colwin:

Lately I have begun to think less of holiday and have turned my attention to the idea of winter, of trying to fill the house with good things… I want to make a gesture toward that longed-for simpler time by producing something that is made only once a years.

(from the essay “How to Face the Holidays,” in More Home Cooking.)

Also: BOOZE!