One Cooking Neighbor Has Gone; Has Another Arrived? Last April, I wrote an article about my Upper West Side neighbors and the wonderful homemade treats they often left for me in a brown bag at my door. Lemon cake. Pepper-infused tequila. Homemade sauerkraut. All sorts of culinary delights. In August, they moved to Los Angeles. I miss my friends and our adventures in cooking. But a month ago, new neighbors moved in. We greeted each other politely, then and promised to share a glass of wine sometime. One morning this week I opened my door to find a tall brown bag, a bottle of cabernet sauvignon inside. "Let's finally get together for that glass of wine next week," they wrote in the enclosed card. Could I be lucky twice? I think I will invite them to dinner.