The banana cake I was making was in the oven when my 16-year-old came into the kitchen where the family had gathered.
“That cake smells about done don’t you think, Mum?” he asked.
I told him I had set the timer and it was fine.
A little later he repeated his suggestion. “Mum, I really think that loaf is done. Maybe you should check it.”
Always quick to come to my defence, my 13-year-old son said, “Eddie, Mum’s been burning that banana cake for years now. I think she knows when to take it out.”