On Tuesday, after showering and dressing, I opened my front door (as I often do) to circulate and cool the air (I prefer it to air conditioning). Sitting on my doorstep was a (somewhat tattered) silver shopping bag. Without touching it, I looked inside and saw the most beautiful loaf of homemade challah (egg bread). It was braided and looked and smelled amazing! I could see it was resting on parchment paper, but it wasn’t wrapped in any way. Monday was my birthday so I thought it was a belated gift. I lifted the bag and hung it on the outside doorknob, and briefly looked for a note, or other identifier. Nothing. I took a photo of it inside the bag, and texted my best friend, who lives 35 miles away, but bakes. “Is this lovely bread from you? It looks and smells amazing!” It was not. I texted dear neighbor friends of more than 20 years. Not from them. I texted and called everyone I could think of…including the owner of the company I work for and have known for more than 20 years…his response was the best…“nope, not from us, but hey, that’s a pretty specific (Jewish) gift…did we miss a holiday?” I left the bag on the doorknob and finally by end of day Wednesday, when no one “owned” the gift I felt I had no choice left, and I asked the postal carrier if she would like it (I explained I wouldn’t eat it without knowing where/who it came from), she was delighted and said she’d make French toast! So off it went! I regifted an anonymous gift. I have no guilt about giving it away as it went to a lovely person.
What would you have done? Brought it inside & eaten it? Immediately call the bomb squad ? Tossed it?