Baby Carrots Are Yucky

Baby carrots can bite my butt.

I've been to Cosi for lunch two days in a row and opted for the carrots instead of bread or chips, because a girl has to look her best. And I have to say, baby carrots are disgusting.

I'm not a carrot fan by nature, unless they are cooked down to mush and covered in brown sugar, and these baby carrots are not helping the cause of carrot kind.

They are dry and tasteless and covered in a creepy white film. And the print from the bag keeps getting on my hands.

In my youth, I used to eat bags of carrots and celery during school as a snack to get me over that 1pm slump. Because when you are forced to eat lunch at 10:30 am, it's all downhill from there. But please do not think that I was snack food obsessed as early on as high school. The veggie treats were merely a clever counterbalance to my daily 3pm BK run. Ah, the metabolism of my youth.

So I guess there was a time when baby carrots were not evil. And celery too. But I must have reached my saturation point on both carrots and celery, because I can't stand the stuff today. I eat around them in my soup. I avoid it in my tuna. I remove each orange grated mound from my Chinese chicken salad.

But the baby carrot people are smart. They partner with the onion soup mix folks and they've got a good thing going. They tw0-step with the Ranch people and they're golden. They rock the Kasbah with the hummus gang and... you catch my drift.

I think hell is a place where you are forced to eat baby carrots all day while watching those around you eat fresh-from-the-oven, extra salty Cosi flatbread. And I have lived that hell for the last 48 hours.