Picking out the perfect pumpkin for my jack-o-lantern was always a task I took very seriously as a kid: It couldn’t be too large because I hated scooping out the goopy innards, and it always had to be smooth and bright orange.
If I could have had a pink pumpkin, though, I would have been all over that. Now, I can.
Pink pumpkins are available across the U.S. and Canada from select growers courtesy of The Pink Pumpkin Patch Foundation. The nonprofit started this year and distributed packets of pink pumpkin seeds to participating farms nationwide.
With a mission to “unite in the fight against breast cancer with a pink pumpkin on every porch,” the Pink Pumpkin Patch Foundation will collect 25 cents from the sale of each pumpkin and distribute the money to various organizations aimed at breast cancer research—appropriate, as October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.
To find out if pink pumpkins are sold near you, scan the list of retailers here, and to see what some other creative carvers have done with their pink pumpkins, check out photos and stories at the PPPF Facebook page.
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A man knocked on my door and asked for a donation toward the local swimming pool. So I gave him a glass of water.
Comedian Greg Davies
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A: A mechanic.