The fruits and vegetables are from my parent's garden. I went home to see my dad today - he's pretty sick and maybe this is the thing about parents, he felt bad as did my mom about not having any food to serve me. It was almost a matter of pride, that they didn't food in the house for a guest. And after all these years I really understood it. I want to say it's an immigrant thing but I suppose it's not. It is very old school and I love that. I love that feeling of pride, does that make sense? This is our home....