I am Italian. My mother and all of my grandparents came from the same little town in Tuscany. One of the ways we celebrate any special occasion is to buy a Panettone. It is like a fruit cake only so much better. Panettone comes in a big box and with a picture of the cake on the side of the box, and the funny thing is it is baked so that the cake actually sticks to the paper it comes in and I always think that is the best part.
Well, my wife got me one back in December for my birthday, but since I am trying to lose some weight I was holding on to it until I lost another 5 pounds. So the other night I go into the pantry to eat some nuts, when I see my Panettone there. So I decide to pick up the box for the hell of it. Funny thing is, the box is awfully light. I look down and there is my favorite paper sitting in the corner on the floornext to an empty, of all things, pineapple can.