Prodigal

Son arrives by train from Manchester, where he lives, with weighty rucksack containing:
 a whole Chinese lotus root sealed in plastic, looking like an anatomical specimen; fresh water chestnuts, ditto; jar of fermented soy bean with chilli; vacuum pack of spicy bean curd; both Kosovan and Bosnian smoked beef; sour cherries; pomegranate Turkish delight; extremely hot mini chilli peppers; chocolates made by his housemate; and a bottle of 12 year old rum. (I may have left out a few items.)
Also, Christmas presents for all the family.

Gold, frankincence and myrrh - who needs them?