Yes, there were thirty…thousand…pounds…of
posted in Fall, Garden, OmegaDad |Carrots. Really!
We planted many carrots this year. Many many many carrots. And all our carrots grew. We have spent the summer happily pulling a few carrots here and there and snarfing them down.
But now it is mid-October, and more than past time to be clearing out the veggie garden before the soil freezes and it becomes impossible to remove the veggies. So OmegaDad spent the afternoon today pulling carrots.
Many many many carrots.
The picture above is one hod of carrots. We had more than that. (The moose did not get the carrots; the veggie beds are protected by PVC pipe-and-netting contraptions, covered with translucent plastic since things have started getting chilly. The moose ignored the veggie beds entirely. Alas, our brussels sprouts were not in the veggie beds.)
We also had a sink full of carrots:
We spent the afternoon trading off the task of cleaning carrots. This is the end result:
You will note, above the sprawl of carrots, a bowl. In the bowl is a loaf of bread. This may give you some context as to how many carrots there are in the picture. I might also add that the heap is about four inches deep, up to six inches deep at the center.
It’s a lot of carrots.
They’re very tasty–the frosts we have had in the past few weeks have sweetened them up amazingly. They are almost candy sweet.
But, still. It’s a lot of carrots.
(The song, of course, refers to bananas. Mashed bananas. “There were thirty…thousand…pounds…of mashed bananas…of bananas…of bananas…!”)
