What do you get when you plant carrots in March and dig them up in February?
Carrots, apparently.
I sowed my carrot seeds last spring with no method to the madness. I picked a carrot spot and just blanketed it in seeds. A thick patch came up, and every now and then, I’d pick the biggest one or two and eat them, making room for the smaller ones to grow.
It was a decent system, but it got away from me. November came, and it got dark and cold. And then my hoop house failed spectacularly. The carrots were still growing, but I wasn’t feeling it anymore.
Then the real cold came, and a few snowstorms. In the back of my mind, I knew those carrots were still down there, but I gave up on them. I didn’t know if they were frozen or mush, but I knew they were beyond help.
Turns out they weren’t!
The weather today was beautiful. I went down just to take stock, and I came back with something like ten pounds of carrots.
Some have split.
Some have really split.
Some are big.
Some are small.
And some are strange.
But most are basically happy and healthy. I cut off the tops, rubbed off the dirt, and stuffed them in a bag in the crisper.
We’re gonna have a heck of a roast one of these days.