I remember picking my grandmothers baby carrots. She would scold me, in her gentle, meek way, but I don't think it really bothered her all that much. This is the first year we've grown carrots with any success. They've been a bit difficult to pull from the ground, but I've loved eating these sweet babies right there in the garden. I have a faucet very close by, so we rinse them off and start chomping. Makes me feel like Bugs Bunny. Next year, I think I'll add sand to the area where we plant our carrots to make them easier to pull.
