They’re Food.
One of the things I hate about San Francisco is that it’s hard to get one one point in town to another. The highway doesn’t connect one side to another; there are limited “fast” roads; and the hills can cause routing nightmares.
That said, after four months, Beth and I realized that we can sneak around the back of the city with ease. A few weeks back, while pulling our favorite maneuver, we noticed a pumpkin patch.
They don’t actually grow the pumpkins there, but they drive them down into the city and place them on the ground and bales of hay, so it seems all authentic-like.
Today, on our way back from eating pizza and walking around the Presidio, we stopped by and picked up two pumpkins.
After I paid my $15, I asked how long they would keep after I cut them up and turned them into Jack O’ Lanterns.
“No more than two to three days…. They’re food.”
Good point.