Now you’ve got a conversation starter. Next time you’re at a fall festival, you can casually drop, “You know, this is our national fruit.” You’ll sound incredibly smart. Or incredibly weird. Either way, it’s memorable.
You can also feel a little more patriotic when you’re scraping out slimy seeds. Embrace the goo. That goo is America. And when you’re sipping that overly sweet pumpkin spice latte, remember: you’re honoring a law. A very specific, slightly ridiculous, absolutely wonderful law.
So, go on. Buy a pumpkin. Respect it. Maybe hug it. It’s been our official fruit since 2006, and honestly, it’s doing a fantastic job. It’s tasty, it’s tough, and it definitely has no rivals in the décor department. Take that, cranberry.
