In May of this year, Henry and I had occasion to visit his sister in Hagerstown, in Maryland for a

graduation ceremony. We had an extra "passanger" with us...a fruit cake for our niece graduation dinner. Yes; a fruit cake, in May! It was a question of that sort the TSA personnel at the airport asked me when I put the box containing the cake through the x-ray machine.
"Madam, what type of pie is that?", he asked.
Pie? I thought to myself. I did know there was not a pie in my "cake box", but a decadent fruit cake covered with almond paste and fondant. Maybe this is a trick question to see if I was taking something more than a cake.
I replied with all honesty in my voice, "That's not a pie, but a fruit cake."
"A fruit cake? Isn't too early for fruit cakes?" he said to me with a frown on his face.
"Special request" I said as I jolly gather my stuff and proceeded to explain to my husband what that was all about.

This is the cake that made the journey from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida to Hagerstown, Maryland. Oh! I put the decorations on when I got to Maryland...and I could not get the "s" to fit. It's also another cake they did not want to cut.
Walk good. Jeannie
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