Mild disgust is an understatement. Contempt, confusion, offence, all don’t really go far enough. If I arrive somewhere, and I don’t bring cake, I am officially on the s*#t list. If I am invited to a party, and don’t OFFER to make the cake, things go sour fairly quickly. Sometimes I wonder if I only have friends, because of the sugar rush I can bring along with me..
It’s not just when I go somewhere either. If my friends or relatives arrive at my house, even unexpectedly, the first thing they ask is, “So what cakes do you have today?”. Umm, none actually. I don’t just have them lying around the lounge room, office and laundry. I wasn’t actually expecting company, so the fact that you can even walk from the front door, to the kitchen without tripping over ten things is already a win as far as I’m concerned. I don’t know if other people they know just randomly have their work available for them to partake in when they arrive. Do they get an oil change and the spark plugs checked when they see their brother who’s a mechanic? Or does their cousin, a Dentist, just lay them on the couch in the middle of afternoon tea to cap their tooth? I’m not sure who else they are associating with, but I’m fairly certain I’m the only one who they demand this from upon arrival.
It’s reached the point these days, where my parents come to visit, and they bring their own sweets. Which sounds lovely enough, except that they are always thrown on the dining table, along with a comment like, “Well we had to bring something ourselves, because there’s never anything here for us to eat”. I do have food. I just don’t have three flavours of cupcakes, a slice, and a little cake with fresh berries on top. I can’t imagine why. Maybe it has something to do with the fact, that I have REAL work and orders that have to be done! No, that can’t be it. I mean, after all, I do just “make cakes”. It’s not like I’m run off my feet or anything..