I brought roasted pumpkin to work this morning.
My first taste of Thai pumpkin was last year in a tippy-top mountain village of the Karen Hilltribe. The Karen grow pumpkins and sell them as their main source of income.
Now, pumpkin in Thailand looks nothing like pumpkin in America. It’s green and warty. To describe it nicely, it looks gross.
So when our hilltribe host offered me a slice with a sprinkle of sugar on top, I wanted to wrinkle my nose and run away screaming, but the rule of thumb when visiting people on any outreach is, “If they offer it to you, eat it.”
