Some of my happiest childhood memories are of my family’s farm. For several years, we worked together with my grandparents and cousin to grow summer and fall crops. I was a notoriously picky eater as a kid (living proof that man can indeed live by grilled cheese sandwich alone). But the garden helped me break through my fear of trying new foods. I could trust zucchini a little bit more after I had grown it myself, and didn’t want to be left out of the excitement of tasting the vegetables from our latest harvest. Fall was always a good time for the garden. I loved when the pumpkins turned orange on the vine. Now that I’m a total city slicker who lives in a condo, I dream of having a garden again someday. It’s a fun thing for families to do together, and a great way to teach children about food and cooking. But until I realize my own pastoral dreams, I might just book myself a little getaway to the Soho Farmhouse in Oxfordshire, England. Can you imagine anything better than tucking into your own cottage with a warm fire and freshly baked bread in the kitchen?
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