Of course, I do blame my low alcohol tolerance today on the fruit cakes my mom made for Christmas 1980. She put them in the cold cellar in the Fall, so they would be ready for Christmas. Or maybe that was her mincemeat. Or both. (The mincemeat may have had rum in it too, come to think of it. LOL!) I'm not sure how many fruit cakes we ate, or how many jars of mincemeat, but my brother and I finished them all before the day before Christmas Eve. At 46 years old, I have rarely been in so much trouble.