When we bought our house in 2010 the local food movement was gaining steam and more and more people were growing their own fruits and vegetables. The large yard in our new house had six vegetable beds that had been put in by a previous owner, but had been neglected for years before we moved in. The beds were in-ground (as opposed to raised) and though they had originally had some kind of weed control fabric under them, it had long since disintegrated.
The first year we lived there we were newly married and kid-less. I was working full-time, but managed to get the soil tested, keep on top of the weeds that sprouted up in the Spring, and get them planted for the season. We had a good variety of basics, and kept up with it fairly well. Three years in and a kid later, I was struggling to keep up with the weeds, feeling guilty that I couldn't do it all, and the beds remained dormant. A year later, when a few small raised beds opened up in the community garden across the street, I signed us up.
Now we have a small area across the street to maintain, and it is a special project for my son and I to work on. I keep the planting super simple: beets and carrots, because those are fun for kids to pull up; tomatoes, because they are pretty low maintenance but produce a lot; and kale and chard, because they are even more low maintenance but produce a lot as well. We could probably do more, but we don't need to. We do just enough to have fun and not let it become all-consuming.
And the extra-added bonus? Huge raspberry bushes line the community garden for all to pick, the nets on the blueberry bushes are just the right size for little fingers to pick through, and we get to interact with our neighbors, something that is increasingly difficult in the busy, car-centered world. We also turned the weed-filled vegetable bed into a larger lawn for our son to play on. Everybody wins!