Goodness ME, what a lot of raw emotion about baked goods.
AND I WENT TO BED! I can't stay up all night in case you reply.
This is NOT a thread about a thread, it is a thread about the phenomena of Wifely-Baking. Just because another thread reminded me of it does not mean it was a thread-about-a-thread. I think you all know this but are trying to deflect my attention away from your floury pinnies.
SO back to the OP - I still don't get this. I I understand that one might bake a little treat for one's partner, but why on earth would you sufficiently care that Kevin from Accounts has a snack of tasty home-baked goodness (which takes two hours out of your day) to save your husband the 3 minutes that it takes to nip into Tescos and buy a snack there? Yes of course it's NICE but it would be nice if I popped across the road to my neighbour who I occasionally nod to, and presented them with some warm baked muffins.
I understand baking stuff being a lovely kind gesture to People You Love, but for people that you neither work with, or know? That is just extraordinary. AND this is just Wifework, plain and simple. I would not dream of coming home and saying "Oooh husband, I need to take some cakes to work, do you mind spending two hours of your rare free time slaving over the oven so I don't have to walk into Sainsbos in the morning?" Hmmm what?
Yes I admit I do eat the Wife-Cakes but if the devil himself turned up with a Garibaldi at 11 a.m. I would be helpless to resist.