When I was at the Tremont Farmer's Market a month or so ago, I commented to my girlfriend how this particular squash looked like a boob. It came to a funny tip in the midst of the green areola and I made sure to pass it around.After I realized the vendor was listening to us and witnessing the molestation of his produce, I bought it. Of course, I was there for food, not to make fun of his boobie squash.
When it arrived home, it seemed to have fit well into the display of veggies when placed with the zucchini and limes that were on their way to death and sporting an unhealthy brown pallor.
