Went to my senior women's class... and came home with a big container of pickled soybeans (actually really yummy) and a bag of soy caramelised butterbur (not really my thing but the rest of the family loves it).
Got home and neighbour K dropped in 6 massive bunches of asparagus. They were all wiggly or curved or in some way not-perfect and she can't sell them. Yum. We love asparagus but 6 big bunches is a big ask so I took half over the road to neighbour Y.
Went to my afternoon class, picked up the girls and came home to find neighbour A on my doorstep. Her daughter works after school in the meat section of a fancy department store. She brings home the meat they didn't sell. It has to be used that day. neighbour A handed me a bag of three kinds of chicken. All at 3-4 times the price of the chicken I buy. Wow. And I have to cook it all tonight....
Getting ready to sit down to dinner (chicken of course) and the doorbell rings. It's Brazilian friend T. Haven't seen him for ages. He owns the broiler factory we got our last lot of chickens from. He's a friend of neighbour A and a really nice guy. He's carrying a huge crate of eggs. He hands me a layer- 40 eggs. Yup, 40. And there's no chance of offloading some on the neighbours as he's giving 40 eggs to them, too... Some mistake with his egg supplier and he has way too many eggs to turn into chickens. Give him some carrot cupcakes and cornbread (yesterday's but he lives alone so I'm sure even day old cornbread will be a treat). Call my boss whose teaching in the village tonight hoping to catch her before she heads back to the city. Does she want some eggs? Yes? Great! Carefully cut the cardboard carrier in two and send her home with 20 eggs for her and the other teachers.
This morning I woke up and was getting ready for the primary school yard cleaning event when the doorbell rang. At 6:40. That's why we don't do the electronic chime thing! It was neighbour K with not one but two dishes of butterbur. She made lots thinking her son was coming home for the weekend and he's not. Could we eat it? Hmmm does it go with eggs?
Working in the garden in the afternoon and the rock man hooned up on his scooter. The rock man lives next to the big field neighbour A and I farm. He was a Japanese style gardener/ buyer and seller of decorative rocks before he retired. He has an amazing garden. He also has an amazing ability to sound condescending when discussing gardening with mere mortals like me. On the step through of his scooter he has a bucket of seedlings.
"Oi! You can plant these out the front. They're pretty. They're easy to grow."
Come inside for dinner and sit down to omelettes, asparagus, butter bur three ways and cold chicken salad. I am way back in the minuses on my giving karma balance but what a spread!