Collin Street Bakery”, in Corsicana, Texas. Neither Debbie nor I had any idea what that bakery was, but hey – from a bakery it can't be too bad, can it?
So we opened the box, and discovered that it contained a fruitcake, in a traditional round tin. We hadn't ordered it, so whoever did must be someone who knows me fairly well – well enough to know that I am one of 5 living humans who admit to liking fruit cake (well, good fruit cake, anyway). Debbie is not one of the other 4 – she can't stand 'em. Also, whoever it is knows our new address. But there was no card with the cake, and no letter, so we have no idea who sent it!
Then we tried the fruit cake.
That's the best damned fruit cake I've ever had. I've had some good ones in the past, but none even came close to this one. When Debbie heard my exclamations of delight, she decided to try it, too – and now the cake is disappearing twice as fast as it was. If a fruit cake is good enough to get Debbie to eat it, you know it's good!
So thank you, oh mysterious giver of fruit cake. We don't know who you were, but thank you!