Saturday, December 15, 2018

December 15, 2018 Fruit Cake Festival, Independence, California

The theme this year was Wish Upon a Fruit Cake. After the Pinocchio movie Wish Upon a Star song. It was kind of a weird theme to make a costume for. Outer space or movie stars kind of. Admission is a fruitcake or eggnog, leaded or unleaded.

Sunny day at the campground today. Last light in Independence. 

My sister Judy and I built this Fruit Cake Shrine.  It has a birdbath wishing in front where people could throw in money and make their wish. The money went to the Fruit Cake Salvation Fund, that funded homeless fruitcakes. We didn't get the best shot of our costumes. John as the black hole, sucking in fruit cakes, Judy was selling wishes and I was saturn.  

The crowning of the Fruitcake King. The crown has items added each year from the theme. This is the 13th annual festival so the crown was rather unwieldy. A wish fairy, Judy selling wishes and a poodle skirt guy.  

Two of the lip sync contest acts. Brian and Nyia and Deanna. People in costume applauding the acts. 


Some of the 30 fruit cakes entered. The Grinch, a couple stars and the 25 lb fruitcake. There were many artistic and tasty fruit cake variations, including cheese cake and angel food cake. The categories judged were theme, judges choice, oldest, traveled the farthest and most solids. The judges were the county judges for Inyo County. The wish dragon delivered wishes through the giant fruitcake and Michael the master of ceremonies granted them. 

Our fruitcake won the oldest catagory. I make the fruit cake and send it to my sister. She keeps track of where I made them and what the date was. Ours is our mothers fruit cake recipe with a photo of her and Judy makes a theme basket for them.  

The unveiling and cutting -by the royal cutter, of the archival fruit cake. It is 13 years old, preserved in brandy and powdered sugar. It is kept in a biohazard, civil defence container. People wore latex gloves to handle and cut it. The king picks an audience member to taste it each year.  A conga line wove through the dancers later.





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