Just inside the entrance, on a chair, was a box of saran-wrapped pieces with a sign that read "FREE - ORGANIC SQUASH"
Always on the lookout for something different, this exceeded my criteria.
Who'd ever guess squash could make a man stand up and yell, "YYYYEEEEHAAWWWW!!" but this did it. Inquiry led to the discovery it was from the garden of the proprietress of Mawmaw's Laundry in Cottonwood Arizona. She said it's an heirloom from the Native American seed-bank in Yuma. She kindly shared an end piece with seeds and I've been doling them out, a few at a time, to folks who I think'll do right by 'em.
To give the recipients an idea of what to expect, here's Miriam with this year's harvest.
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