A metaphor to replace the Christmas cake to denote unmarried women over 25, perhaps? Twenty-five has long come and gone so I don’t mind those metaphors anymore. Nonetheless, it was bittersweet to see dated eggs from the supermarket today. I’m sure they’ve been dating them for years. I’m only now just noticing them.
Don’t forget to pick up your Christmas cake at Nijiya this Christmas. Super tasty, no lie!