The box on our porch was so big I needed to have help bringing it in the house. Excited and surprised, we wondered what it could be. As our family tore into the paper filling we unveiled the yummiest, tastiest, most thoughtful gift we could imagine: Scones, Muffins, Jams & Jellies, Honey & Flavored Butter, Loaves of Breads & Cookies, and literally everything not on my diet! We looked for the envelope and card revealing the kind giver. And searched. And tore the whole box apart to no avail. Not one idea who could have sent us this wonderful gift! Now we sat there, staring at all of these goodies, unable to eat or enjoy it, wondering if it was at the wrong house, and unsure as to our feeling it was okay to consume a gift we didn’t know from whence had come. Has this ever happened to you? Not to say there’s not a place for anonymity, but in this case we actually couldn’t indulge and felt sad about it. So we set everything in the fridge and sent a few emails, texts, and messages to see if we could find the sender. No luck. No way to