The last time I planted carrots in my garden was last spring. I never ate many of them because, frankly, they weren't very good -- tough, cracked and fissured, and with an excessively "carroty" flavor. They were, however, quite picturesque from the root up, with their bright green, feathery foliage. So the awful-tasting, beautiful-looking carrots stayed on.
This spring they took off with even greater energy and many of them are set to flower. I pulled several up to check if maybe they had become more delicious with the passage of time. No, they hadn't.
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Cornelius, though, begged to differ. My equine epicure not only enjoyed eating them, but also had fun playing by swinging them around as he crunched them down.
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