You have a cool dad, WSC!
Mom keeps a garden where squash and pumpkin and other nasty stuff grows like weeds. (I’m kidding; I like them. The brothers don’t.) We get strawberries, raspberries, and grapes every year; beans, lettuce and radishes, some carrots and I’m sure other stuff I’m forgetting. Mom loves her garden.
If I have any sort of green thumb it’s a sickly yellow; I’ll stick to my evergreen trees on the mountain and collect wild blueberries. Luckily I’m surrounded by farmers who do grow their own stuff and sell it to you directly.