Meals are better in the country. They just are.
In the city, when I'm broke, I eat Ramen Noodles on the couch. In the country, when I'm broke, I eat a brown rice/orzo mix, tossed with organic broccoli from my garden. And I eat it sitting in the green, green grass, staring up at the blue, blue sky. Blue skies are, after all, always on your mind while in open spaces. (Follow that link and give a little listen to Blue Skies for the soundtrack playing in my head.)
When you're a small town/country girl, you pick the broccoli you grew, give it a squirt with the water hose, and eat it raw. Country garden broccoli tastes nothing like broccoli from the store. I'd rather eat grass than I would store broccoli. But, straight from the ground, broccoli tastes mellow and buttery and nutty. Perfect with rice, which you can buy here at the feed store for a few bucks a sack.
You can buy dog bones at the feed store, too. Those help keep the pup from eating your lunch.
Hometown life? Garden-fresh produce lunches, eaten on lush patches of green with soft, chocolate puppies under a blue, blue sky.
That's the life for me....