Today marked what has become an annual holiday tradition for me: Shipping Day. This the day when I send the fruitcakes off to their – hopefully – eagerly waiting recipients. This year was complicated by the fact that I was shipping books as well.

Hopewell, VA Post Office

The first stop was the Hopewell post office where copies of Urban Mermaid were mailed to North Carolina, California, Bulgaria, and Australia. A far cry from the Good Olde Days©, The P.O. in Hopewell is only open for two hours on Saturday. Obviously, a small window for mailing.

The next stop was the UPS store for  shipping fruitcakes. This was an around-your-thumb sort of journey because the UPS store where I shipped my holiday goodies last year, had closed in the interim. Fortunately, my smart phone was able to tell me the location of another store.

I have one complaint about the UPS app for the iPhone. You need to know the Zip Code™ before you can search for locations. What if you don’t know the Zip Code? They must have done this app on the cheap as it seems to know nothing about geo-location.

Long story short, the fruitcakes were entrusted to the big brown truck and it was time for a hot dog at Five Guys. I know they have great burgers but it’s so darn hard to find a place that sells bow-wows nowadays.

The weather today set some kind of record as it topped out at 79 degrees. It was 80 degrees at Lake Gaston  and no telling what it was in Elizabeth City, NC but I’m sure that Cindy Trimm Henderson was on her back deck with a glass of vino. Somehow, shorts & flipflops just don’t put me in the holiday mood.
Urban Mermaid Logo

Somehow, I made it through round 1 of fruitcake production relatively unscathed. I burned my left thumb sliding the loaves into the (hot) oven and somehow acquired a small cut on my right pinkie. Even my back behaved – for once.

I mentioned the paucity of mixing bowls in an earlier post but I did all right with the assortment of pots and bowls I did have on hand. The only negative was discovering that the beaters that go with the mixer in Mom’s kitchen had been abducted by aliens. This meant I had to use an old-fashioned egg-beater and well as a wooden spoon and a good bit of muscle.

I’ll try to rectify the equipment shortage whilst I’m home for Thanxgiving. Round 2 of fruitcake fever takes place on Tuesday or Wednesday night of the following week. I’m saving the gingerbread cookies for when I’m home for the holidaze.

On tap for tonight, I gently remove the loaves from their pans, warp them in paper cloths soaked in cream sherry, and let the curing begin. I’ll refresh the cloths the next two Monday evenings and this batch will be ready to ship.

I used to soak them in Golden Sherry but that has become almost impossible to find.

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