This is the time of year when people love to malign fruitcakes. I am not one of those people. For more years than I care to remember, I have made holiday fruitcakes that have turned even hardened naysayers into admirers. (It’s not bragging when it’s true.)
The key is that my fruitcakes are likely direct descendants of those made in Germany a long time ago. My recipe was handed down to me by m...