Sometimes friendship looks like banana bread

Last night I heard a tap-tap on the front porch steps and then the doorbell gave a cheerful ring, which set the dogs tails wagging and joyful barks.

I opened the door to see Eileen's cheerful face.

"Here!" she cried. "Look what I've brought you!"

An adorable mug and matching little tray, spicy tea bags and a fragrant mini-loaf of banana bread.

"Eat it nice and warm and give yourself plenty of butter."

And then she was gone. And I was left with a mug of tea and a loaf of warm, sweet friendship that looks curiously like homemade banana bread.