When you tell me how your family lived off a sack of beans and home-grown vegetables I think, "Ugh, I don't like vegetables." You might have noticed. There is something romantic, from a writer's perspective, about the family of four eating together what their toil and God provided, not in that order, not in a minister’s house. You all, Mom, Dad, Sis, and Brother eat your share gratefully and heartily because you have worked all day. It is a satisfying scene, like mashed potatoes. At the same time, from the culinary perspective, twenty years of this food fare is dull. One dish of a home-grown vegetable, however, discounts my reaction--there is nothing dull about freshness.