Happy Boxing Day everyone! Since the stores in Sudbury are closed on boxing day (thanks to a rather archaic bylaw which I quite adore), I took the good graces to extend my annual Christmas “sit around the house and do nothing but read and eat” festival into the depths of December 26. Still being in a disgustingly full state, I decided to settle in and do the only activity you can do while in a food coma: food blog!
Here is the old Duff family tradition around which this post is based:
Every Christmas for the past 25 years, my dad has been the recipient of one of my Nana’s famous homemade fruitcakes. The tradition started when my dad, who moved to Canada 31 years ago, stopped returning home to Ireland for Christmas after he met my mom. Since my Nana passed away almost two years ago, this family tradition has risked extinction. Last Christmas, my dad was eating fruitcake from the year before that had been hidden away in the depths of our freezer, making this Christmas the very first where he would be without his traditional holiday fare.