Mrs. Crippen is Connecticut’s Mrs. Claus
Sylvia Crippen 
Photo by Christine Bates

Mrs. Crippen is Connecticut’s Mrs. Claus

Sylvia Crippen is an elegant 89-year-old with a tinkling laugh and a Scarlett O’Hara accent. She bakes about 300 Mrs. Crippen Bourbon & Molasses Fruit Cakes in her kitchen in Salisbury, Conn., from a family recipe handed down by her mother-in-law, which are sold only at Christmas time in Guido’s in Great Barrington, Mass., the Salisbury General Store, and online at www.christophepornay.com. These are not the fruitcakes that Johnny Carson described as: “The worst gift is a fruitcake. There is only one fruitcake in the entire world, and people keep sending it to each other.” A Mrs. Crippen fruitcake is not covered with sugared maraschino cherries and chunks of citron surrounded by soggy, stale cake. It resembles a dark, moist, fruity British Christmas dessert with a trace of Jim Beam bourbon.

Mrs. Crippen has been making these cakes for family, friends, hostess gifts, business associates, and her children’s teachers since she left her job as a stewardess for American Airlines to marry Rex Crippen – whose family is the source of the secret recipe. It wasn’t until 2013 that she started a seasonal baking business in Wilmington, N.C., with her husband. She gets up at 4:30 or 5 a.m. to bake a batch of 10 cakes. She likes them to age at least three weeks, but longer is even better. She prefers two months — they never go bad. ”I do this because I like to do it. You have to have something in your life, and I don’t have to do it every day,” she said. “My three children are interested in the business but not the baking part. We added a gluten-free version of the cake at my son’s Peter’s suggestion. When my grandson was 10 he designed the label for me on his computer.” 

Mrs. Crippen keeps her ingredients in special drawers built into her kitchen, using the empty space under the stairs. The cake-making process begins with marinating the diced fruit in bourbon and molasses for a minimum of 24 hours, or it could be months. The night before baking, she takes the butter and eggs out of the refrigerator to bring them to room temperature and then mixes them all up with the flour and spices. The final step is to put the fruit on the bottom, then the batter, and last the nuts, and then she blends it. “Arthritis in my hands slows me down a little.” She measures 14.5 ounces for each cake and puts it in her oven at 260 degrees for around an hour and a half. After the cakes have cooled, they are slipped out of their pans, receive another bath of bourbon, and are wrapped up.

Mrs. Crippen’s fruitcakes are genuine luxury products. Made in limited quantities with high-quality ingredients for anyone who loves fruitcakes, the holidays, and the idea that a local, vivacious 89-year-old has been making them for decades.

Latest News

IMS wins basketball jamboree

FALLS VILLAGE — Indian Mountain School took home first place in the third annual Housatonic JV Boys Basketball Jamboree Feb. 1.

Hosted at Housatonic Valley Regional High School, the interconference tournament featured the junior varsity squads from HVRHS and Mt. Everett Regional School in Sheffield, Massachusetts plus the varsity team from IMS, which goes up to grade nine.

Keep ReadingShow less
Robert G. Grandell

CANAAN — Robert G. Grandell, 81, of Canaan, passed away peacefully on Jan. 29, 2025.

Robert was born in Waterbury, on Aug. 29, 1943, the son of Isabella (Brickett) and Art Perkins. He married Janet (Van Deusen) on June 27, 1964.

Keep ReadingShow less
Welcome Subscription Offer!

Special Subscription Offer

Thank you for inquiring about the Welcome Offer, which expired on January 30. Please be on the lookout for new subscriber offers in the future. If you would like to subscribe now, please click the button below or call (860) 435-9873.

Thank you!

Keep ReadingShow less
Frozen fun in Lakeville

Hot-tub style approach with a sledge-hammer assist at the lake.

Alec Linden

While the chill of recent weeks has driven many Northwest Corner residents inside and their energy bills up, others have taken advantage of the extended cold by practicing some of our region’s most treasured — and increasingly rare — pastimes: ice sports.

I am one of those who goes out rather than in when the mercury drops: a one-time Peewee and Bantam league hockey player turned pond hockey enthusiast turned general ice lover. In the winter, my 12 year-old hockey skates never leave my trunk, on the chance I’ll pass some gleaming stretch of black ice on a roadside pond.

Keep ReadingShow less