I was out in Virginia Beach interviewing Cary Jarvis, a World War II Veteran, and his wife and daughter. Jarvis used to get a fruitcake from his mom every year when he was in England serving in the Army. He said the cake was a hit among the servicemen and he could barely get a piece before everyone else gobbled it up. Every year, after it was gone, he'd send the pan back home. Miraculously, it never got lost in the shuffle, and the package always arrived safely in Hampton Roads.

This year, Cary baked a fruitcake using his mom's old recipe and the very same pan that crossed the Atlantic six times. He sent a big chunk of that cake to a family friend who is serving in Iraq, hoping that the young soldier will enjoy the taste of home.

My photographer, Andy Grossman, and I got to taste it as well. I was a little bit nervous as I accepted the small square of gooey cake (I'm not a picky eater but I was slightly afraid of the multi-colored bright chunks scattered throughout the dessert). But I have to say, I was pleasantly surprised... it was good! So now I guess I have to stop snubbing my nose at fruitcake.

And if you're looking for something to get me for Christmas, you now have an answer... and I promise, I won't re-gift it.