I have this basket tucked in the corner of my pantry. It’s just an ordinary basket. Clearly well loved, scrapes and scratches all over it. It’s big, too. It can hold an amazing bouquet of flowers, a sleeping 3 month old baby, or a spontaneous picnic lunch for a friend. The latter is really the only reason why I keep this old thing around anymore; extravagant flowers and sweet babies no longer a part of my life. These days the basket helps me do the one thing I am passionate about–eating my way into friendships! There aren’t too many things in life that I love as much as my friends and my food. I literally feel a burst of energy when a friend suggests, “Let’s have lunch ...