97-year-old fruitcake is no joke.
It’s hard as a rock, has a slight scent of spice and looks like Frankenstein, with knob-like mints protruding from its sides. But, hey, will any of us look any better than Pierre Girard’s fruitcake when we’re 97 years old?
“Most people won’t touch it,” the Golden Valley, Minn., resident said with a chuckle. “Others say, ‘I wouldn’t have that in my house. I’m afraid of it.’ I think I’m the only one that really loves it.”
