Memoirs Of Fruitcake

by Nik Dayman

As a middle aged, very single man, living alone, I do not often buy fruitcake. At least not as much as if I had a family to feed.

When I do buy one, it's like a trip down memory lane. There are the magic strain of fruitcakes that have lasted throughout the ages, the marble fruitcake my nan always gave me, or the fresh fruitcakes my auntie always fed me.

You can call me an old romantic but the one I want to buy the most now? It's the one that all the adults liked, but as a child I never did.
A wedding cake!

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