I thought I had tasted carrots.

Growing up my grandmother had some connection where she could go and get the culls from a carrot plant nearby. She would show up on the appointed day, her truck filled to the brim with box upon box of carrots. We called it a Carrot Plague. It came more often than we liked.

We ate them, juiced them, and put tons in the freezer. We fed them to the goats, rabbits and chickens until we were all sick of orange. The animals had orange mouths,
I had orange hands and was heartily tired of running the food processor.
 
But none of them ever tasted like fresh homegrown, straight from
the dirt and quickly scrubbed, organic to boot.

They are so....so, carroty!  And so orangey. I love them.






I think these are Danvers Half Longs, supposedly good for soil with more clay.
 I must say they did rather well, thought these were the biggest I pulled.
Nematodes had set in on the last ones I dug, but they still tasted yummy.