Back in the ’60s when I was a teenager, “gettin’ fresh” meant your date was trying to move a little too fast to first base. Sometimes it meant a kid was smart-mouthing an adult, in which case the adult would growl, “Don’t get fresh with me, punk.”
To me, “gettin’ fresh” always meant “gettin’ fresh fruits and veggies.”
I recall the shopping trip I made as a newlywed in 1970, grocery list in hand for my first dinner party. I knew I wanted to make fresh broccoli, but I wasn’t quite sure how much I would need or exactly how I should cook it. Relieved to spot a friend’s mother in the store, I stopped to ask her advice. She confidently marched me to the frozen foods section and suggested I buy at least two packages of frozen chopped broccoli.