Why I hate fruitcake!
I was a Depression baby (yes, I am that old!). The era of waste not, want not, use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without.
One Christmas some well meaning person gave us a fruitcake. Mom served it at dessert and we all, Dad, my Aunt who lived with us and I absolutely hated it.
Made no difference we
were going to eat that fruitcake...back story is that my Mom was a fantastic baker: no more lemon meringue or apple pies, Devils Food cake with fudge icing, strawberry shortcake with real whipped cream or chocolate mousse .... just that wretched fruitcake appeared at dessert. It seemed to last forever, but was probably a week or 10 days before we managed to gag the thing down finally!
I have never been able to look at one of the miserable things since without shuddering!