Thinking of fruit cake brings up old memories of my Dad's patients. Every Christmas our house became filled with homemade and store bought food gifts. There was always fruit cake...cakes in tins, cakes wrapped in aluminum foil, cakes in plastic wrap with a red bow on top. I think my Dad actually ate fruit cake, but the three of us kids just looked at it with disgust.
There was one date and nut cake/bread that we received every year, until the patient died. It was one that I loved and somehow I did manage to get the recipe. I don't think I have ever tried to make it....maybe I should.
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