New Girl grew up in England. She lived in a house that had an attic that was crammed with books and furnished with saggy old furniture. There was a trunk - a trunk, mind you - filled with toys, and a cupboard containing her mother's old clothes which she and her sister would use to play dress ups (when they weren't reading delightful books pulled from the shelves).
As you can imagine, I have a bit of a rose-coloured view of New Girl's childhood world.
We were talking and she mentioned that she hadn't eaten a raspberry until she came out to Australia. I was quite surprised.
"Really?" I asked (expressing aforementioned surprise). "I thought you'd be out on a summer afternoon, picking raspberries from the roadside brambles."
She fixed me with a look. "No, there weren't that many brambles growing by the side of the road in our quaint village of 56,000 people."
I saw her point.