Happy Saturday, my friends! It's a farmer's market day today, and so I'm writing fast. I'm hopeful I can find some of those short fat carrots I like for making Spicy Dilled Carrots. Just FYI, they look like this:
I like them because they are just about the right length for my 12 oz. canning jars, and they are easily quartered with no skinny ends. We used to get them in our CSA shares, and I can often find them at the farmer's market. They've been in short supply lately. Maybe I'll get lucky today.
I planted something similar in our vegetable garden this year. It's my first time growing carrots. I suppose I could be wrong...and maybe I just don't know what I'm looking for...but I'm pretty sure my carrots did not germinate. Fortunately, I was able to get a seed "tape" of carrots from Territorial Seed, south of where we live. They should arrive today, and I'll give them another try. In the meantime...farmer's market, please don't fail me. I've used my last jar of carrots, and we're nearing Catastrophic Carrot Withdrawal Syndrome. (That's CCWS. It's a disease I just made up, but I swear to you, it is real.)
Okay, well, I didn't expect to get off on a carrot diatribe first thing out of the gate, but there you go. Just more evidence of how dire the situation is. As for other stuff, I started my day in the kitchen yesterday. It was time to churn the strawberry ice cream I made the day before. Oh my, oh my, oh my. This stuff is so good, it's practically an oral orgasm. We refer to that as an "Ohh Ohh" around here.