That's my Mom right there. She lives in a retirement community, and they get food, mostly perishable every Tuesday. Good stuff too, and I mean a lot off stuff. And after she breaks me and my Uncle off. She sends the rest back to Sierra leone. Literally 2/3 big boxes food stuff every 2/3 months.
One summer my cousin and I were the plug for barrels in North Jersey. We supplied Africans, Islanders, Desis, and surprisingly some AAs who had families who lived in Southern coastal areas.
We were taking turns doing maintenance/checking in an older neighbor's house. He had to leave to handle business matters for the Summer. Huge basement, huge garage. We got his permission.
We knew a guy who had a warehouse and hundreds of barrels. We took them off his hands, and sold them in sets of 3, priced to move and door to door delivery included (Sat. early morning).
Mentioned earlier that our family is married to people from several countries. We took advantage of that network. And had already worked out the inevitable "Can I get a hookup?" question or relatives popping up unannounced. Nobody but us knew where the barrels were stored, and they damned sure weren't at the crib.
It was fun, we did everything at 5 am on the weekends, and got rid of almost the entire stock. In the end we sold the last ones at cost to ethnic markets.
Anybody who bought a blue barrel in that region that Summer likely got it from us.
I would tell you who we were working with, but