What do you get when, instead of picking your carrots at harvest-time, you let them grow, grow, grow?
You get teensy tiny chubby wubby carrots, that's what!
I had high hopes for these carrots. Only the size and thickness of my pinky at the end of last summer, I thought all they needed was "more time." "Less dense soil" might have been more accurate. And when you can't grow up (down?), why not grow out, I guess!
I would say "Picture a radish" except I think this gal could more easily wrap her teeth around a radish.
Instead, I'll just say, "Picture a baby carrot, after a lot of holiday parties."
PS: Some clothes really last forever. This sweatshirt of Annie's was first purchased here.