One of the thrills of coming "Out East" for Thanksgiving is going to the farm for produce. Rona and I fetched all the Brussel's sprouts and yams and whatnot from this place.
I think part of me is really a country boy. Not ALL of me by any stretch, but part of me. Looking out on the fields and smelling the fresh dirt and seeing what the season really produces rather than year 'round strawberries at the market.