I’m in the Bay Area for the week. After an afternoon on sterile Sand Hill I treated myself to a drive through gorgeous Half Moon Bay. I had no idea this is Pumpkin Central. What made me do a double take is that I kept driving by places with big signs advertising “Pumpkin Farm” and “Pumpkin Patch,” but all I saw were huge dirt fields with rows and rows of pumpkins to buy. One such “farm” was actively being constructed by six guys with a white panel truck. They were rapid-fire throwing pumpkins out the back and neatly lining them up, fashioning them much as they might be spaced on a native patch.
In New England you generally either buy your pumpkin at the grocery store or farm stand, no pretenses at a “pumpkin patch”. Or you go to a real one and cut a pumpkin off the vine yourself. This California hybrid version was a new one on me.
I took a photo of the Half Moon Bay location that did the best job faking it out. But this proprietor did not actually call the place a “farm” or a “patch,” so they got style points for their humble “Pumpkins” sign.
And I hope I’m not becoming an East Coast snob…I love seeing regional differences like this.