There was a knock on my door the other night. As I looked through my peephole, I saw my neighbor, Jessica, holding a bowling ball-sized plastic bag of peaches and plums. She and her husband grew up here in West Los Angeles and both sets of parents have fruit trees in their backyard. “We have so much,” she told me. “Would you like some?”

Loving summer fruit, I said, “Sure, I’ll take a few!”

“Uh… you don’t understand. Ben and I have a whole BIG bag of fruit in the house. This is for you, if you’d like them.”