This evening, while Derrick and I were eating a delicious dinner made primarily from veggies from our garden (green beans and new potatoes in a Thia curry--yummy!) we received a knock on the door. A young man offered to sell me steaks--cheap--$2 to $3 for T-bones and New York Strip steak. I told him no thanks, we don't really eat that much red meat. So, he offered pork and chicken. Again, I explained we don't eat much meat and didn't want to buy anything from him. Finally, he offered seafood at a steep discount, which I again declined.
So he asked, "What do you guys eat? Broccoli or something?" (with a look that could only be described as incredulity.)
"Pretty much," I replied. "We have a big garden and we mostly eat from that."
I think he thought we were weird.
Oh, and the broccoli we harvested from our garden Thursday and had in stir fry that evening was excellent.