“It’s Fruitcake Weather!”
Much as I loathe Christmas (“Call Me Grinch“), I wish to God I could be at this festival in Monroeville, Alabama tomorrow. Only in the South would they devote two full days to honor the holiday food that millions of people wretch at the thought of. (And which I kinda like: Call me twisted.) What the link doesn’t say is that as part of the festivities Patricia Neal and Joel Vig will do a reading from the classic Truman Capote work of which my headline is a part.
