The sound of contented eating is “nom nom nom”, and whenever I pull out my pinny and baking supplies, I can practically hear my boyfriend make the sounds!

In our early days, we went out to eat more often than not, ensuring that we never looked silly in the kitchen or accidentally gave the other food poisoning. But these days, economy and being of a certain age, we prefer to stay in and cook (well, I cook, and he eats!). And now our friends are coming over and we are making an evening of it. And I’ve noticed, over the last 6 to 12 months, that our friends girlfriends or wives, are starting to bring desert with them. Which is great! And when we go to visit them, I’ll take desert.

It has suddenly occurred to me that I have turned into my mother! And, technically, it’s all my boyfriends fault – because until he started talking about my cooking, it was my little secret and noone wanted asked for cakes except him. Now he is stuck sharing the nom nom nom’s with our friends!