Be careful, as delicious content tends to shift during opening and closing. Most items are precariously placed, often stacked, and topped only with tinfoil. Maybe what falls out is a jar of apple butter made from farmers market spoils, or maybe its a bowl of vegetables marinating in sherry vinegar and herbs, or a small tray of jammy eggs with faces drawn on them. I just hope it’s not the beef tongue, because good luck getting that back in. Regardless of what falls onto your plate, you will be lucky to eat it. Clarinda will serve up some glorious creation, but not until she tells you:
I’m sorry, it’s just such a (sigh) pitiful thing.