Sometime during the month of May, my daughter Patience and I planted carrots. We did not plant many, so we thought, just a starter pack of six seedlings purchased from a seller of organic plants at the San Francisco Farmers' Market. The variety, we were told, was a type of mini carrot whose name has since escaped my failing brain.
Yesterday, I noticed the little orange carrot tops had poked out from beneath the damp earth.
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Aha, I thought, it must be time to dig up our crop. But wait... just... a... minute! Exactly how many carrot tops was I staring at? Had they seemingly multiplied during their growth spurt? We had, after all, only planted six little starter plants.
Our six pack of carrots in among the chives and sweet pea stakes
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Curious to reveal what might be hiding beneath, Patience handed me the trowel. When the soil had loosened, I gently tugged at the carrot tops and lo and behold out came ...
Heave-ho, and out you come!
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A trug full of carrots!
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Patience and I were flabbergasted at the sight of our peculiar carrot crop. How on earth had six little seedlings turned into so many carrots, and how had they become so contorted as to look, well.... deformed? Or, as my daughter succinctly put it "They look like broken phalanges". Hmmm... quite!
Washed and trimmed our ugly duckling carrots were ready for eating
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Sharing a jolly good chuckle over our horticultural endeavors, we both agreed that although our crop would not be winning any blue ribbons for their looks, they might just eek one out for their sublime taste. Crisp and sweet, these were certainly winners in our book.