Definitely "A". With six kids at home and only my dad working in the packing house, it had to be home cooked. And back then, packing house wages were meager. To supplement that low wage, we had a huge garden in our back yard. We never wanted for food. Always picking something out of the garden to go with dinner. Tomatoes, corn on the cob, kohlrabi, green beans, radishes, onions, you name it.
I didn't start going out to eat until I started dating. And then, I had such little experience eating in a restaurant it was embarrassing. When I started dating my husband, he just didn't understand why I sometimes didn't want to go to a really nice restaurant. And I was too embarrassed to tell him.