Bob's taste for carrots hasn't taken root by Bob Karolevitz This week I�m going to talk about carrots.
They�re the orangish veggies which Phyllis tries to foist on me every meal except breakfast. (She hasn�t yet figured out how to hide them in my Puffed Wheat.)
�Eat �em,� she says, dietetically. �They�re good for you!�
I�ve heard that refrain so often I can repeat it in my sleep. She�s served carrots sliced, diced, cooked and raw. The trouble is they always taste like � you guessed it! � carrots.
I think she once cooked them in brown sugar � like yams � but it didn�t fool me none. I can tell carrots no matter how she camouflages them.
Maybe I�m anti-carrots because they are a native of Afghanistan. However, I try not to let ethnic considerations enter into it.
According to my trusty encyclopedia, they were planting them in gardens in Europe as early as 1600, which is before I was born. Then the first colonists brought them to America. They could have dumped all of those carrot seeds overboard enroute as far as I�m concerned.
Unfortunately, in 1913 a couple of guys discovered Vitamin A. It was learned later that if you didn�t get enough of it, it would lead to night blindness and finally to when you couldn�t see at all.
Well, the yellow pigment in carrots is called carotene, which is one of the best sources of Vitamin A � and Phyllis found out about it. Apparently that started the carrot binge at our house.
Thank goodness she didn�t get hooked on fish oil � the second best source of that particular vitamin � or I�d be getting cod liver supplements instead of carrots. I suppose I should just be grateful, eat my carotene and shut up.
Y�know, maybe that�s why rabbits see so good with their pink eyes. Bugs Bunny is always pictured with a carrot, which I�m sure pleases my wife. If she has her way � and she usually does � she�ll be serving that edible tap root until my nose starts twitching, my ears grow long and I respond regularly with �What�s up, Doc?�
We have never had much luck with carrots in our garden � praise the Lord � but since about 1920 production in the United States has become a major agricultural industry. Supermarkets now display large ones and small, and Phyllis can always be counted on to have one kind or another in her grocery cart.
All I know is that �dangling a carrot before me� will not get me going. It could be I�d like them better if she served white or purple ones like they do in other countries. But it seems I have to be satisfied with orange � which isn�t my favorite color.
�Eat �em,� she commands. �They�re good for you!�
And I dutifully obey.
� 2002 Robert F. Karolevitz