It started with lettuce. You can’t freeze the stuff, right? Or bake with it, or make lettucesauce or lettuce jam. It’s just…lettuce. And there’s only so much salad two people can eat.
So I brought a bag to the neighbors. They were grateful.
Next week I brought some more, plus some arugula. Same story. Except Neighbor Rick mentioned they were going crabbing and would bring us some if they got lucky.
For a time, they didn’t. Meanwhile, I brought them more lettuce.
Then the crabs found their way into Neighbor Rick’s pots.* He brought us two–cooked and cleaned. We dined in ecstasy. And I brought them a small bowl of raspberries.
[One of my favorite sayings is, “I don’t want a ____, I just want a friend with a _____.” In this case: boat, pot, crab license.]
Couple days later: two more crabs. “I work at a bakery,” I told Rick. “Can I bring you some treats?” But no–Rick and family are trying to stay away from those kind of temptations. Curses! Nothing for it but to bring more raspberries.
Then Neighbor Rick upped his game. “We’re gettin’ a buncha crab now, gonna make some gumbo,” he told us. “Can we bring you a little?”
We were imagining a wee side dish for our dinner, and we were excited for that. But when Rick came over with the gumbo…well.
Unfortunately, I did not think to take a picture of the beautiful domed island of white rice, sprinkled with spices, rising from a sea of okra, tomatoes, shrimp, chicken, andouille sausage, fish, with four more crab-halves dangling their claws over the edge of the dish. But here’s what the leftovers looked like the second night:
…which is also when Neighbor Rick dropped off the rack of “extra” baby back ribs, barbecued in a marionberry sauce. This time I remembered to take a picture.
At that point I FORCED him to take home a fresh baguette from my bakery, and a bowl of truffle balls from my freezer.
If we don’t achieve some kind of detente soon, I may forget how to cook. But I see no end in sight. And me with no zucchini!
It’s August. Anyone have a food-gifting story to share? (I still have raspberries.)
Funny. Thanks. My story would be about gifting shiro plums and getting back jam. And more jam. And still more jam.
Which might put you in a…what would you call a difficult situation? Can’t think of the word.