Some people are addicted to coke. Some can’t live without ketchup. Some get really cranky if they don’t get coffee. Well, my thing is carrots. At home, I always had a couple of carrots in my lunch bag. My standard lunch at university was: lentil soup, an apple and two carrots.
But as with many things here, things have to be easy. You can buy readily chopped onion, and pancake mix in a box, and there are also bags of peeled mini carrots. They are tiny, like half my little finger, with rounded ends and I think it’s silly. What kind of gene manipulation have they had to do to make the carrots look like baby fingers? Why can’t people just eat normal, proper carrots?
Well, about two weeks ago, I asked one of my fellow wwoofers to buy me some carrots when she went to the supermarket. And she came back with a 2,27 kilogram bag of mini carrots. Well, then I had to try. And my god, they’re good. Sweet and easy to eat and I just love them. I can’t get enough. After dinner, for desert. Before breakfast, as appetizer. After work, before riding, really, anytime. I’m hooked on mini carrots.
And I feel so silly.
Katja Malmborg 