A Monk's Delight

I can't say that I grew up enjoying any fruitcake encounter. It was always a rather dry and torrid affair. This Christmas my dear mum brought new tidings from the Holy Transfiguration Skete (a monastic community). We've all sampled the fine work of Belgian monks with their ales. Perhaps here again it's the lack of distractions and the care of their process. The result is a wonder cake, soaked in bourbon, truly fresh candied fruits, wrapped several times in cheesecloth yielding a moist and heavy treat. Here is a link to their shop if you are so inclined. Click the link on the left labelled "Jampot."