My mate Amaa, a second generation British Pakistani from Newcastle, for many years when he was at school used to give his next door neighbour, also a second generation British Pakistani sausage rolls to eat. I can’t remember if it was every Friday, or Tuesday now, but he always gave Fez, a sausage roll, told him his mum gave them to him and he didn’t like them.
Fez was a bit of an odd sort, but he was also really into being a Muslim, Amma not so much in those days.
This went on for years, until one day, when Fez came around for tea, possibly the first time ever, and asked Amma’s mum if she had any of those sausage rolls that Amma didn’t like.
Amma spent at least the next year of school holidays at the local Mosque everyday helping out and being punished for his joke.