‘Free fall’ and ‘the kick’ are all part of fruitcake fun
By CAMILLE HAYES Reno Gazette-Journal
So we assembled a team of volunteers to kick, drop and otherwise mutilate several specimens of the Yuletide confection some of us love to hate.
Test No. 1: Free-fall: We started with a ring-shaped dark fruitcake, light on the candied fruit toppings but heavy, judging from the smell of it, on the bourbon and brandy. The cake was impressively dense for its size, but we suspected that the ring shape might render it structurally unsound.
For this reason we decided to go easy on it and submit it to the simplest of our trials: the drop test.
The location was the roof of a two-story house; the landing pad a concrete basketball court. Our first victim plummeted to the concrete and landed with a resounding thud. From a distance it looked as if it had survived the fall unscathed.
However, closer inspection revealed that three narrow cracks, like fissures in the Earth, divided the fruitcake into pieces that still clung stubbornly to their original ring shape.
Test No. 2: Heavy Metal The next test required two things: a really big truck and someone to drive it. The vehicle in question was a 3,000-pound Ford Explorer; the driver was one Joel Schmidt. Joel embraced the opportunity to have his way with the small, rectangular cake produced for the occasion, saying that he had no pleasant memories of fruitcake, save one.
“When I was young I had this friend whose family got a big round fruitcake every year,” he said. “By June it would still be sitting on top of the refrigerator. So we would take it and roll it down this steep hill. That was pretty fun. It was a summer holiday tradition. It rolled quite well, actually.”
Smirking slightly as he took his place behind the wheel of the Explorer, Schmidt shifted into first gear and ran slowly over the fruitcake positioned in front of the left front tire. Then he backed over the cake for good measure.
“Well, that pretty much did it,” he said happily, gazing down at the tire-marked, raisin-flecked smear on the asphalt. “I doubt anyone will be eating it now.”
Test No. 3: The Kick Damon Fine is no slouch on the football field. The Wolf Pack place kicker distinguished himself this past season by tying one University of Nevada, Reno record (for longest field goal) and breaking another (for highest number of field goals in a single game). Ever the sportsman, he accepted the fruitcake challenge.
The cake that Fine faced down on the field was a particularly colorful specimen, the top encrusted with a thick layer of candied cherries, pineapples and some unidentifiable bright green nuggets. He hefted the brick-sized cake in his hand and said that, to his surprise it was about the same weight as a football, only “way more dense.”
Before taking aim, Fine warned the photographer to stand back, speculating that when he kicked the cake it would “totally explode.” And explode it did, sending sticky pieces of fruit flying through the air like candied confetti.
Test No.4: Target Practice Tired of childish games, we decided on a real test. It was time to bring out the big guns. Kelly and Neil Connolly, both licensed firearms instructors, met us at an outdoor shooting area.
“Target practice with a fruitcake, this is the greatest idea,” Kelly enthused. “I don’t like them, but we always end up with a few of them around Christmas time. They just sit there in the freezer. I wonder why I never thought of this before.”
Husband Neil was less enthusiastic — but still a realist.
“I love them,” he said. “I eat them every year. It seems like a terrible waste of a good fruitcake. We could have brought the ones from our freezer, but the bullets probably would have bounced right off them.”
Kelly started out with a Glock, her favorite handgun, and took aim at the smaller of two fruitcakes. After a few near misses, she blew a chunk off one side, but to our surprise the rest of the cake remained intact and in place on the box.
A larger cake joined the first one on the box, and the couple pulled out the serious weapons: two M-11 fully automatic submachine guns.
They were sure this double whammy would pulverize the cakes, but no such luck. The larger cake proved especially resilient, and the volley of bullets merely nibbled at its edges. And as for the dark center of the beast, it proved too dense to lose its shape. The bullets passed right through it.
“That’s a really tough fruitcake,” an impressed Kelly said.
As we packed up our equipment, the photographer suggested that we contact the Army Reserve and see if they’d drop one out of a helicopter. It was an intriguing idea, but our deadline was fast approaching and it was time to lay the fruitcakes to rest.
Oh well. Maybe next year.
Originally published in the Santa Monica Daily Press print edition on December 26, 2001. Read the original PDF.