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Last night I was at a family Christmas dinner (technically a Boxing Day dinner because they'd had a Christmas one the night before). For dessert they had two cakes, both from the one daughter and son-in-law's wedding in December last year - yep, frozen and eaten one year on. One was a traditional American white cake with white frosting, and the other one was the traditional UK fruitcake with hard white icing. They had both because the family is British. Another guest who is also British remarked on how hard the icing on the British-style fruit cake wedding cake was, but he promised he likes it that way.

Tonight I walked out of work and passed a two-week-old slab of snow, that had iced over on top as hard as the British cake's icing. The sides, where the plow had pushed up the snow, looked like the flowers and edging on the cake. But the slab of snow on top was glistening in the light, like it had a million tiny silver flakes in it.