Potimarron foodie moment

Thanks to the Wenches' recent Squash tasting Rantwoman now can almost qualify as a foodie!

Wednesday RantMom called RantWoman to see about availability to go to the last Columbia City Farmer's Market of the season.

RantWoman as usual ran LATE. The Link got held up due to traffic and then got to roll through what smelled like a big gas leak N of Columbia City station. It was rush hour and traffic seemed to be headed to MLK from several directions, none of them with any regard for pedestrian crossings. The two-hour parking on Edmonds St. together with big trucks, farmer's market traffic, and who knows what else made the walk from the station considerably less pleasant and more congested than RantWoman would wish.

RantWoman tried to call RantMom on her new cellphone. More adventures on that front. When RantWoman finally arrived at the Farmers' market, it was already getting dark. Luckily RantWoman's stand still, act tall, let her companion find her trick worked and RantMom and her lethal wheeled backpack found her fairly quickly.

By this time, RantMom had shopped as much as she wanted. It was getting dark. Other people, especially the kind of exuberant small children Thwack the Cane is supposed to help RantWoman steer clear of were also less than watchful. RantMom was also a little rough about the seeing eye product description services.

RantWoman has plenty of peppers at home. Apples were found. So were green onions and baby bok choy. RantWoman had no interest in bread or salmon. Then we came to a wonderful squash display.

RantMom commented about how nicely it was laid out. RantWoman took her word for it but more importantly took up the invitation to check out the offerings. There was a great big bin of delicata. We had a lovely conversation with the vendor: he slices the squash in rings, bakes it and feeds it to his kids like snackfood. Then RantWoman asked whether he had any potimarron, orange, pointed on top, kind of knobby skin. The vendor had not heard of it until RantWoman mentioned that it is also called Hokkaido squash, a name he recognized! RantWoman bought a delicata and gave it to RantMom with a promise to come over, cook and help her eat it, foodies, both!