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My mother for years made a fruitcake somewhat along the lines of a recipe published decades ago in the Oregonian. she always had a list of people who wanted to have one, which, in spite of the general reputation the cake has, spoke highly of what she produced. Of course, soaked in rum and bourbon, it was definitely worth at least one serving.
She also was someone who was particularly sensitive about her age. My younger sister wrote a letter a few years ago to the Oregonian (well, she needed to do something with that degree in English) detailing the recipe, and the years my mother had made it for kith and kin. She also just happened (Umm hmmm…) to sneak in my mother’s age in the article.
My mother has gone on to her reward and the recipe lives on among the family.
The amazing thing is that my sister did not precede her…
She also was someone who was particularly sensitive about her age. My younger sister wrote a letter a few years ago to the Oregonian (well, she needed to do something with that degree in English) detailing the recipe, and the years my mother had made it for kith and kin. She also just happened (Umm hmmm…) to sneak in my mother’s age in the article.
My mother has gone on to her reward and the recipe lives on among the family.
The amazing thing is that my sister did not precede her…
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