Years ago, I visited Ukraine to teach some writing classes, and I stayed a sweet friend’s house in Belaya Tserkov. She was making a meal for us, and so she just walked out into the garden that surrounded her house and cut some dill to use.
Ever since that little romantic moment of eating fresh foods immediately from your own yard, I wanted to experience that.
Now, confession, I go out to the garden of our rehab center that the guys planted, and I have NO CLUE which plant is the potato plant that I need to dig up in order to get out the potatoes. It all looks rather like a jungle to me, so someone still helps with that. …
But I’ve done fresh green onion salad, fresh cucumber salad, fresh mint for the tea, fresh apples and plums … It’s just my romantic dream come true.