He was looking at a website about the benefits of growing your own food, then looks at me and says that.
We live in an apartment with almost no yard. We live in the city. We live in the part of the city that if people saw a garden growing, they'd probably destroy it just to be an asshole, or steal all the vegetables from it.
So then he says, "We could just pick the stuff that grows wild and eat it. You know, like dandelions and clovers."
I just looked at him. I was looking to see if he was joking. He wasn't.
Later that day we were visiting his mom and dad when he walks into their neighbors yard and starts picking stuff from their lawn. See picture below.
I wish I could say this is him picking me some flowers, but it's not. It's him looking for our "dinner".