Goodbye to the Farmers' Market

  For this year, that is. The market will keep going for another couple of weeks but as I'm off on a road trip soon, I won't see it again for a while.

It was a chilly, sunny October Saturday. The Joyful Rescues puppies and kittens were't there, sadly, nor was the Picasso Pig but there was plenty to look at. Like the pumkin seller's pumpkin baby in a pumpkin hat straight out of a fairytale.

It may be heresy to say this in America but these dry, gnarled squashes are a bit pointless. People use them for decorations and they're nice to put on the table at Thanksgiving. When they've dried out they make good rattles.

On the other hand, these edible ones are far more useful. I've just learned that you can roast the seeds, if you can be bothered to wash off all the slime. The roasted seeds are delicious. Hubby insists you have to take off the outer husk, so it takes him an hour to eat one. I just munch the whole thing.and so far am none the worse.

There are other useful products too.

Along with some demure, orderly carrots

And some outrageous peppers.

But I didn't get what I was looking for, a rhubarb pie from the sublime Granny's Cookie Jar stall. Someone had come early and bought up the lot.