Looking back, I think my high school friends may have been using me.
“Has your mum made any…. cake recently?” they’d ask as they walked in the front door on any given day.
“Or slice, has she got any slice?”
“Muffins?”
Fortunately for them, nine times out of ten there was something made with love (and sugar) sitting on the kitchen bench ready to be devoured.
And so my “friends” kept coming back, week after week after week.
These days – given that there’s less reason for my friends to visit my mum – I try to tell myself that they’re not just using me for cake.
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But I’m not sure if I can say the same thing for my work colleagues.
“Mum’s in Sydney and she’s going to drop by and say hi,” I tell them one Friday afternoon.
“Is she bringing cake?” they ask.
Umm….
“Well, surely she won’t come empty handed?”
That’s the thing about having a cook in the family. There is always delicious food around. And with that food comes friends. Many many friends always keen to “catch up” or “hang out” so much so that Mum now has a picture in her kitchen that reads: “Good cooks never lack friends.”