For my friends from Teiman – a basket of deep fried locusts.
(I already commented about the issue of giving food that one would not eat themselves due to kashrus – but the pool is open if anyone wants to jump in, of course separate hours for men)
The mishloach monos of fried locusts got mixed up with the rov’s mishloach monos of fried gribben, and that became my best purim-horor story. – not for anyone with a weak stomach, after reaching ‘ad dlo yada’ it is a great story.