As a vendor, my favorite part is meeting with all the people. Perhaps one of my fondest memories is when a lady came to me and said "I have not had a squash like this since my Grandfather died. He was Italian, lived in the Bronx, and grew this kind of squash. It was always my favorite. Now I come to Kansas and I find it again!"
The squash was an heirloom variety called Costata Romanesco.
On that day, I made more than a sale, I made a connection and brought back memories. It was more than just a squash, it was a fond memory of a loved one.
Do you have a fond memory or favorite moment from the Farmers Market?
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