When I was a kid, my dad grew all our vegetables in our back garden…

He toiled for hours digging, planting, weeding and harvesting food for his family. If Mum needed salad ingredients, potatoes, or carrots, she sent Dad to the garden, not the store.
She would preserve beets and tomatoes and freeze beans and peas.
I often went and pulled a handful of parsley or mint from the abundant herb bushes to heighten the flavour of her home-cooked meals. I loved podding peas so I could eat them raw. They were so sweet and delicious.
Every morsel from Dad’s garden tasted divine.
As a child, I did not appreciate this one little bit.
It wasn’t until I moved away and had to buy veges that I valued his hard work and yearned for tasty food.
Nothing beats homegrown.





