The very best carrots ended
up in the crisper drawer of our electrified fridge (which we use nearly
100% for that purpose). The rest were deemed goat carrots and headed
over to the unelectrified fridge root cellar.
Which forced me to admit
that we might actually run out of room in our fast, cheap root-cellar
alternative this year. Because there are lots of mangels in the garden
that will need to be harvested before our first hard freeze, and the
carrots alone nearly fill our in-the-ground fridge up.
Of course, I'm still not sure whether Abigail will lower her standards enough to eat a mangel,
or whether I'll end up giving them all to my mother, who said the
fodder beets were at least moderately suitable for human consumption.
Yes, I'm well aware that this paragraph makes it abundantly clear to
the whole world that my mother is less spoiled than my goat.
"I'm well aware that this paragraph makes it abundantly clear to the whole world that my mother is less spoiled than my goat."
Thanks for the laugh! I needed that.