I have no idea what you'd do without carrots. I think I just couldn't cook without them.
I don't spend a lot of time thinking about, "Oh, I love carrots," but there isn't a week that goes by that I don't buy them. I can't imagine my crisper without carrots. But I don't think I ever thought much about them before.
Two carrot stories come to mind...after this gorgeous salad:
We were camping in Texas once where we spent long days tubing on the Guadalupe River. (Folks floated by with six-packs tied to their inner tubes.) It was so hot the ice was a constant puddle in the coolers and we worried about our food. (Why didn't I sell ice in south Texas? Once again I had chosen the wrong profession.) Insert bad language; there were six of us to feed three times a day for a week. One poor woman stopped to say only one thing to me, "Even my
carrots rotted today." I knew how she felt; I was down to cabbage, potatoes, and onions, though I always have cans in the back of the van. If your carrots betray you, you're in trouble. She was heartbroken and I understood why.
And the other story....
Once, when I'd been on Weight Watchers forever, Dave said,
I liked you a lot better when carrots were no points.
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