I had a piano student, nice boy, his mom had been a doctor in the Soviet Union, was taking med school classes here toward her American license while working in a meat packing plant. She used to bring me whole pastramis.
I offered to accept a pastrami or corned beef every so often in lieu of money for that lesson, the meat was worth more than I charged. She said no, she got one every week for free, they were gifts to me.
"If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, in a state of civilization, it expects what never was and never will be." Thomas Jefferson