It’s really funny to me. When I was growing up my mom O”H always made the same shalach manos, which included two or three of her incredible homemade hamantashen, a couple of incredible homemade Toll House cookies (the chips were still pareve in those days), a bag of potato chips, a mini bottle of grape juice and maybe some chocolate (like Hersheys miniatures). All this she put on a paper plate and covered it either with foil or with saran wrap, added a note saying who the shalach manos was from, and that was that. Everyone always loved her shalach manos.
