While we waited for Pa to hang up the phone and tell us about a surprise, Granny fixed us homemade bread with straight-from-the-shrub blackberry jam. The food was much tastier coming straight from the source.
“I’m going to miss homegrown vittles as much as I’m going to miss you and Pa,” I told Granny after swallowing my first bite.
“You can still have homegrown goodies,” Granny said as she shelled peas from the garden.
“How?” we asked.
“You can grow a garden,” Granny explained. “You can also find a farmers’ market or a vendor.”