I used to do a lot of homemade food gifts.
Home-smoked almonds were a staple for years.
Smoked turkey breasts, both Western-style and Chinese tea-smoked.
Gravlax.
Home-dried tomatoes.
Homemade balsamic vinaigrette.
Flavored vinegars and seasoned oils.
My personal blend of peppercorns-plus, with a grinder.
Herbed yogurt cheese with gourmet crackers.
Cheddar-pecan wafers.
One year I gave risotto kits: A glass jar layered with arborio rice, dried mushrooms and seasonings, with the recipe attached.
Truffles and other assorted homemade candies, like nuant with hazelnuts, almonds and black walnuts, and cream mints.
Cake in a jar.
Rosemary-lemon shortbread.
Gourmet hot cocoa mix.
Flavored whipped honey.
Blueberry mint jam, grapefruit marmalade and other preserves.
Homemade liqueurs.
I would combine homemade items and purchased goodies into elaborate gift baskets, with utensils and so on. Sometimes I'd do themes -- for example, the risotto kits were part of an Italian basket that also included pasta, jars of sauce, imported tomatoes, anchovies, salami, capers, cheese, candy, a colander, a pasta fork, and more.
But as time went on, this one was on Atkins, and couldn't eat "that stuff." That one had high blood pressure and only ate salt-free. The other one let me know, after years of home-smoked gifts, that she really hated smoky flavors. And on and on. Fat-free. No sugar. South Beach. Slim-Fast.
Then one day in March, my mother-in-law mentioned that she was having some item from the basket for dinner.
"You're just getting around to eating it now?" I exclaimed.
Well, no. She allowed as how most of the contents of the baskets we'd given the other members of the family were typically passed along to her, because the rest of them thought they were "too weird."
So I stopped. After all, you may be able to choose your
friends, but you can't pick your relatives.