I made banana muffins from a Jiffy mix because I only had one egg and I was in a hurry and couldn’t very well show up empty-handed, not after people invited me expecting I would bring something grand and impressive, something decorated with pink flowers and piping all around that took weeks to prepare and required cartons of eggs, each one cracked by hand and admired for its perfect orange orb.
“No one said you had to bring an elaborate thing. Jiffy muffins are fine.”
“That feels like my mother putting my drawing on the refrigerator.”
“It was your art.”