crunching carrots...

By some sort of series of events, a coworker of mine will always give me a bag of baby carrots before she leaves for the day.

 

I used to ear carrots all the time. I remember hopping over to the fridge, bending down over the refrigerated vegetables, and closing the fridge doors with a big carrot in hand. I would proceed to the sink where I would carefully scrub my carrot, sometimes amusing myself by etching little tallies or stars with my finger nail. Depending on the day, my next step would be to either grab the peeler and smooth out my carrot or take the damp carrot to my lips and run it over the rough exterior until I came to the tip of the carrot and took the first crunch. I adored the crunch! The snap! And then I reveled in the slowing crackles.

 

It has been a while since I have had the pleasure of munching on a whole carrot. But now I have baby carrots; my other friend. Now I let a little carrot rest between my lips until I decide to plop the whole thing in my mouth. My tongue runs over its bottom ridge. My teeth take hold of one end and slowly sinks in. Then I hear that mesmerizing crunch. Then comes the soothing snap. Then come the glorious slowing crackles...

 

How could I ever have exiled dear carrots from my fridge? Or could it be that I still enjoy them oh so thoroughly because of their long enough absence? Maybe I'll reflect on that further at some point... but for now I'm going to enjoy the crunch and crackles...

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