Every September, the pumpkin gets a bad rap. Big Summer points fingers, calling it the harbinger of darkness, the end of beach days. But the pumpkin didn't ask to be the face of fall—it was chosen. Doorstep decor, seasonal lattes, candles, pies, cookies—it does it all while we blame it for summer's end. We carve Jack into a lantern each year, but his great lament? He loves summer too. Yet, Fall is inevitable. The pumpkin is just the messenger, the magical carriage taking you to the ball. Add some chocolate chips, and suddenly this "villain" becomes the hero. Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo, you know what happens at midnight.