My housemates and I really love our airfryer. It’s the go to when we couldn’t be bothered AND when we could be bothered. 

So this one time, everyone in the house was doing their own thing and I decided to airfry wedges. Now you can’t cook wedges, let that amazing scent waft through the whole house and not offer anyone. So I made some for everyone else. 

Once done, I divided the share between the four of us and couldn’t unsee what I saw… *Queue dramatic music* …the ugly wedges. My heart was torn. I was the one who wanted wedges! I should be the one to get the best pieces right? 

Long story short, after a minute or two of internal dialogue, I ended up filling my bowl with the unwanted wedges. 

The more I think about it, I think this is what love is. Eating the ugly pieces, and giving the best for others. In a strange, everyday way, that’s laying down ones life for the sake of their friends. (John 15:13) 

Friendship is not about unreasonably giving them everything, or always wanting them to be happy, but giving what is best for them. Sometimes it’s real talk, sometimes it’s space, sometimes it’s a hug, an encouraging word that affirms them. Sometimes, it’s the crispiest wedges from the airfryer. 

That, unless they don’t like wedges. 

With love, 

Raimz

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A song I really like atm: Wish I didn’t miss you by Angie Stone 

Best coffee in Rouse Hill: Cafe Lelunar (Sacred Ground beans) or The Caffeine Project at the Metro

Last thing I cooked: Cantonese chicken with vegetables

Something I miss: Having some muscle lol, I’ve lost progress and momentum during lockdown 

Something I’m working on: Not being hyper-critical after my own presentations in my new workplace 

Something dangerous: Pokémon cards in Happy Meals 

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