So, two weeks ago some guy from an exclusive food purveyor calls me and asks if I could take some fresh hedge hog mushrooms of his hands. It seems the private club down the road ordered them but they showed up late. (Ouch, I hope his asshole hurts.) So the chef rightfully refused them. He was nice enough to give the guy my number.
They were really nice, I gained a new connection for exotics and I think my customers appreciated it.

Now, yesterday, a guy calls me out of the blue an says he's so and so and knows me. He has some wild ramps he just picked and wanted to know if I could use them. Beautiful fresh, early spring ramps. Hours out of the Wisconsin soil. Absolutely world class stuff.

"Can I trade for gift certificates?" He asks.

Thanks Joe, call me me any time.

I've been pre-occupied with putting out fires lately. I haven't had time to hunt product. Then these two great connections fall in my lap.

I am constantly reminded how lucky or blessed I am.