The Abscent Harvest

While staying with my grandmother as a child, I can recall desiring a feast of sticky breads. However, I was served bitter beans and a bowl of pale broth. My dissatisfaction continued throughout my childhood until one day I was introduced to a salad of fiddle-heads and lamb. From that point it got easier. I gave my notice at the prawn yards, and took a trip into the interior with my fathers arc rifle.