They were ubiquitous at Christmas and for many months thereafter in my childhood home, so perhaps that’s why I have such a nostalgic longing for a proper Collin Street Bakery fruitcake, Deluxe style. It took me a few years to get into them, and then I was obsessed for a while. I forgot about them until a co-worker from my John Hancock days in Boston said he LOVED fruitcake and if my parents had one he would love it. Their friends had moved on to better things by then, but it got me hankering for one. That craving is back in effect now. Let me know if you need my address.
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