I hate the concept of baby carrots so much. There’s nothing “baby” about them. Is a dismembered arm a “baby human.” They should be called “small carrots made from wasting larger carrot good for parties and choking.”
I’m going to start cutting up celery and calling it baby celery. I’m gonna make millions.
Why “baby” and not mini? Should we call regular carrots “adult carrots.” None of it makes sense unless the carrot industry (Big Carrot) is subtly trying to warn/repare us for famine-induced cannibslism. I don’t like it.
Every single baby carrot I’ve seen looks like it’s been touched by 14 people. They’re always damp. Weird dry patches and cracks. Someone needs to stop this madness. Why can’t you eat regular carrots?
I think they’re pushing all the shavings from making baby carrots into molds to make more baby carrots. One baby carrot has cells from hundreds of fallen adult carrots. It’s disgusting and strange.
Why are they damp? Are they crying? The more I think about them the stranger/angrier I feel inside.
You’re don’t eat baby carrots for the flavor because they taste like tap water, you eat them for the crunch sound (makes you feel powerful) and to believe you’ve made a good decision. It’s not worth it.
Stop eating them. Regular carrots can hold dip, too. For every baby carrot that lives, five adult carrots have to die. Do the math. Search your heart.
Going to leave you with this: baby carrots are the veal of the vegetable industry. Think about it. 💥
