Unwrapped a day or two early. (Greedy. Always.)
The marzipan dissolves into the texture of the cake, making for a perfect combination of fudge and crumb. Surprisingly, not at all dry. Not one bit.
Sliced thinly and enjoyed with a steaming cup of rooibos tea and Jo, who’s had, one could say, the Week from Hell.
There will be another for the Solstice itself. Am converted, completely, to the wintry joys of a Fruited Cake.
Just no lurid glacé cherries or horrid mixed peel…
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