My grandmother made it in Iowa, and she didn’t go to jail, so I think it is legal to make it outside of Boston. I had a can of brown bread on my first backpacking trip. We were headed to Mount Le Conte in the Smokys. Sitting on the edge of the trail, we opened the can and then slathered on some butter. Maybe that’s why I like backpacking. ??? A backpacking group I used to hike with would bring fruitcake on hikes, and make a little hot buttered rum to put on the pieces of fruitcake. Geeze I miss that group.