Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009
Halloween Tradition: Pumpkin Races
Every October we bring home a range of pumpkins from our local pumpkin patches. Some are for carving into jack-o-lanterns. A few tiny ones are for decoration. And a few medium-size pumpkins are for racing.
Yes, racing. It’s a competition of sorts. We don’t maintain records because no one ever comes close to winning. Except… this year.
The idea behind the competition is to outwit, outlast and outplay the competitors. Or really, to just outlast them.
It’s a race to see who can make it to next Halloween. We stick several pumpkins on our baker’s rack and wait for them to rot.
The weakest, most feeble pumpkins are dead by December. Their fontanelle gets soft, and bang, there’s total system failure within a week. We whisk the squash carcasses to the backyard quickly so as to not discourage the other racers.
The hardiest competitors last until June. Oh, but no more. We are rapidly approaching October 1st and still have one competitor in the race.
We call him Golden Boy.
We know he’s a boy because, well, erm, look at the photo. There aren’t many female pumpkins in a pumpkin patch.
Golden Boy gave us a scare last week when fruit flies began hanging out in our home. Luckily, a few bananas had been forgotten in a grocery bag on the kitchen counter that had a few papers thrown in on top. Whew. I wrapped Golden Boy in a plastic bag for a few days to guarantee his safety.
There is some debate as to which of us was the one who picked Golden Boy last year… who could stake a claim to successfully choosing the strongest pumpkin in the patch.
Let’s just say I am a caring father who wants his daughter to be happy, so I consented to letting her think she’s an expert pumpkin picker. You and I know the truth.
And now, for the first time, here at Thingamababy we are dual-blogging. My daughter requested to write a blog entry to go with her photo. We actually sat down at the same time to start blogging — me at my keyboard, she at her craft table with pencil and paper. Here is her blog entry:
the Pumpcin Pach
A ckid pickt a pumpcin that is staeing ripe for 2 and a haf yeersz. Wy R going to bring it to the pumpcin pach thiss yeer. Wy R shoinge it to the pumpcin pachers. its maem is Glldin Boy. Its God wy pict it. Wy love [heart symbol] Him. Wy taeck ker uv him! Wy R Lucky!
Translation: She thinks the pumpkin is 2-and-a-half-years-old and she wants to bring Golden Boy to the pumpkin patch to show everyone (“pumpkin patchers”). She says we take good care of Golden Boy, love him very much and are lucky to have him in our life.
The moral of this story: forget cats, dogs, birds and hamsters. Pumpkins are inexpensive pets.