My daughter is revelling in her large vegetable garden here in NZ. She has harvested potatoes, carrots, lettuce, green beans, raspberries, strawberries, plums (jam is made), pumpkin, courgettes, etc. etc. Almost every meal is made from freshly picked ingredients, and her husband is becoming expert at making different kinds of bread in the bread maker. The chickens are laying well and the pig is due to be slaughtered next week.
I am not sure where she learned to cook so well, certainly not from me, but her pumpkin soup with home made bread is delicious. Unlike me, she knows which herbs or spices to use - I have to follow recipes exactly.
She has found that growing your own food is a full time job - just weeding takes a couple of hours a day, and it takes an hour to mow the lawns. She is so happy in her jeans and wellies and does not miss her busy professional life in England at all.