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It is quite common now for people to joke about how terrible it is to be gifted a fruitcake. When I was young my mother made fruitcakes every year. She started soon after Thanksgiving and it took her a couple days to get them all done. They were full of nuts and dried fruit. The batter was dark, thick, sweet, and very heavy. After mixing everything together and spooning it into pans of various shapes and sizes, she would bake all day. When they were done and removed from the pans ,she would wrap them in white cloth and soak them with rum and/or brandy. Then they were put into several boxes and taken to the old coal cellar. About twice a week she would go down and soak the cloth with more liquor. Then on Christmas Eve she would have us bring them upstairs, unwrap them, and rewrap them in foil. She gave some away , but always kept a few for us. I loved those things! She is gone now, and I miss her and the fruitcakes each and every Christmas. My sister, the only surviving sibling, always disliked them and did not save the recipes when they packed up the old house. Posting this makes me both happy and sad at once. But mostly happy to have known the pleasure of Mom and her cakes. Merry Christmas to all, and I hope you eat all the things you love.