A modern worry for some parents is that their teenagers might start growing things in their bedrooms.
For some it may be fungi, cultivated on forgotten dinner plates, or dirty gym kits.
While others might try something more exotic.
Now, if my birth certificate is to be believed, I have been through my teens, but I still needed to come clean the other day.
You see my windowsill is currently playing greenhouse.
Not to anything sinister or illegal, I hasten to add.
Instead it is mixed leaves, spring onions and iceberg lettuce seedlings.
People who know me have said they didn’t expect anything less.
My partner are I are hoping to have a garden of our own soon, you see and, well, we couldn’t wait to get stuck in and grow our own.
His research focused on what are the most expensive things to buy, leading him to announce ‘we need to plant Asian leaves’ and me to ask what you can cook with them.
My approach was driven by two things – what I like and what is easy.
I’d always taken the ‘Good Life’ approach for granted.
My grandad’s back garden is solely dedicated to the cause, while the front is where my nan could grow flowers.
He still speaks with fondness of when he realised I was tall enough to reach the greenhouse door.
It was just a part of our upbringing. And only recently am I realising how lucky and rare that is.
An interview with a member of the Agricultural Society revealed that if you ask some children where salad comes from, they will name a supermarket.
Which strikes me as more than a little sad.
Hopefully, as the trend for home-grown and home-made continues, this will change.
I feel so passionately about the wonders of GYO that it has influenced my favourite months...
Spring – because of the blossom promising things to come and the chance to get planting.
Autumn – mostly, if I am honest, because of the fruit crumbles.
With a love of both food and time, I have, unsurprisingly, really enjoyed the recent BBC2 series Back in Time for Dinner.
A family of five spent five weeks travelling through the decades at a rate of a year a day, starting with the ration-hit 1950s.
It was a real eye-opener. From the first microwaves that advocated cooking roast chickens in them to the introduction of pot noodles.
As the programme went on, the meals became more ‘convenient’ and highly-packaged.
With the changes sped up, it really highlighted the increase in technology and the decline in nutrition.
Now I love my cakes and burgers as much as the next person, but there’s no doubt the former tastes sweeter with homemade strawberry jam.
While the latter deserves sides of freshly-picked salad and home-grown potato wedges.
Now I just have to learn the ancient art of patience.