Susan’s orange-scented fruitcake
Merry Christmas to those of you who keep the feast; to those of you who don’t, enjoy the short lines at the movies today! Although I am by faith a profane scoffer, I enjoy a little choral music at Christmas time, old-school style. 1441 style, that is: it helps me get in the mood to cook a turkey and toast some walnuts. Here’s the King’s College choir singing The Holly and the Ivy.
And to all a good night.
Historiann 
Merry Christmas to all. Our celebration: a movie (no line for us, Internet tickets) and a restaurant. The Chinese restaurants are overflowing with no believers and other secs. May be Indian or Egyptian?
We, and the wise lady, attended a formal dinner at King’s College participating in an “important” conference at the bridge over the Cam. Very bombastic small talk and arrogance was running above the expected floodline.
Also, happy new year to all.
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Cake can go fucken fucke itself!!! FUCKEN CAKE!!!
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That is impressive. I used to live in the same town as Susan and she never made me no stinkin’ cake.
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Sorry, TR. That was when all my cake got eaten locally, so I wasn’t mailing it around. And it’s all the fault of H’ann’s discussion of baking & fruitcakes a few weeks ago.
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Will Susan bring a slice to NOLA for me?
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Well Historiann,
I know you are busy, but will you be willing to give us tasting notes on Susan’s cake? Please? Pretty Please with sprinkles on top? It looks delicious!
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