A good thing happened tonight when I went to the commissary to pick up some things for Monica.
I love to go to the commissary at this time of year because it is always loaded with special treats and gifts. Some would wonder why it is out three weeks before Thanksgiving, but Thanksgiving, of course, is a very big food holiday—so it kinda makes sense.
Every year, I look for the Claxton Fruit Cakes. I quickly bent down to take a photo to text to Monica. She let me buy the big pack, which will last all Christmas and beyond. The photo was shaky, because I took it quickly and didn’t pay too much attention to the quality. I apologize—the cakes are much better than the photo.
These cakes represent so much to me. They represent tradition, memories from childhood, memories from deployments, and the image of drinking tea with a slice of fruit cake seems very civilized. It is probably my favorite holiday treat—and that says much because we have a lot of treats in our house at Christmas and I always have since I was young. But, the one that is above them all is the Claxton Fruit cake, which normally kicks the season off.