How funny — we live several states away from you and we had the same thing happen just last night — there was a not-so-mini carrot in the bag we were diving into. Ours were also from Albertson’s. I would send you a pic, but we ate ours — we don’t discriminate against big carrots in our house, or subject them to public humiliation in blog entries. I can’t prove it with DNA or anything, but I’m pretty sure it’s not their fault — they’re just born that way. And they’re good with ranch dressing, regardless.
Russ: I don’t know. He was pretty darn big. I think he would have fit quite nicely in the big carrot bag, unless he just looked big next to all his little mini carrot friends.
Cameron: Do they shave the ends in the process, because baby carrots don’t have the flat sliced ends from being chopped. It’s a conspiracy! They’re calling them baby carrots when they’re really just carrot slices!
Karalyn: My wife ate the big carrot, so it wasn’t left to wallow in its gargantuan size for long. How is public humiliation different from glorious publicity? Maybe he (or she I guess) had been longing to be seen by the public. I doubt it was born that way, especially given Cameron’s discovery that they’re not babies at all, but chopped up adult carrots.
I must agree, however, that they are quite delicious with ranch dressing. There’s no doubt about that.
True, Dan, I hadn’t considered the carrot’s possible longing for publicity . . . how considerate of you to grant him/her/it a small glimpse of fame before its ultimate demise. I am sorry now for denying our own mutant baby carrot the same honor. DH had suggested setting the giant carrot on end in the middle of the bowl so all the regular, normal baby carrots could laugh and poke fun, which is *kind of* the same thing, but that hardly seemed humane. So he shrugged, picked it up, and bit its head off.