What the Hell Is Wrong with Me?
I thought I had tamed the beast. I guess not. So what have we learned?
A. Baby carrots are evil and hold a secret and powerful force over me and my good reuse intentions. Eat with extreme caution.
B. That I am an oath turd and my word means nothing.

(Yes…that IS a giant hole clawed through the bag.)







I used to love baby carrots too. They were just so easy to dump in the steamer or nibble on for a snack. Then I found out that they are all machined to have that perfect baby carrot look! Extra processing on top of the fact they come in plastic. Ahh!
I cheated on my local diet in January once by buying carrots at the grocery. I only did it once. They were ok, but not as good as farmers market carrots. It turns out it was totally worth the wait.