Jake said, “I won’t eat it! Not even if I were stranded on a deserted island!”
Fun fact: One of my family's holiday traditions growing up involved the Norwegian version of fruitcake called julekaga. My grandmother would make it every year and mail us a loaf, along with a variety of Christmas cookies. We'd inhale the cookies, but the julekaga... notsomuch. If visitors came along, we'd try to fob it off on them: "Try it! It's Norwegian!" They'd take a polite bite or two, but you really could not get rid of that stuff.
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