My biggest lesson was the value of good ingredients. We had a garden, my dad was a forager, and both parents shopped carefully for ingredients - not always easy to find in those days. A long car ride to buy straight from the farm was part of the weekend entertainment. I learned that a platter of freshly picked asparagus served with homemade mayonnaise, or a platter of thinly sliced ham, some hardboiled eggs, sliced tomotaes and fresh bread, was a feast as good or better than a roast. My dad loved salads and grew many exotic lettuces at a time when iceberg and romaine were about as good as it got. I've never had green beans as good as those from our garden. Strawberries, raspberries, currants, rhubarb, apples, cherries, pears, peas, corn, potatoes, radishes, carrots, fresh herbs for salad, I really didn't know how lucky I was until I went into the greater world of our suburb and learned that most people didn't have gardens and ate out of boxes and jars (this was the 60's and 70's).