Oh my, how I remember the days of going out to grandfather's huge garden and picking
huge cabbages, kale, digging potatoes, tomatoes, cukes, onions, and more. On the other side of the garage were all the currants, berries, and a mysterious shed were he made the most awful wine.
We had fresh chickens, rabbits, and fish from the local fisherman. My grandparents were from Portugual and grew most of their food....I never appreciated it until I left my hometown.