Monday, October 15, 2012

max mix--guest post

Do I have a treat for you.

A friend--an ollllllllllddddd friend from the good ole high school days, is guest posting for me today. 


2lbs steamed & drained petite carrots (NOT mushy!)
1 medium green bell pepper (diced fine)
1 medium onion (diced fine)
1 can tomato soup (condensed)

1 cup sugar
1/2 cup vegetable oil
3/4 cup apple cider vinegar
1 tsp Worcestershire sauce
1 tsp mustard
1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp pepper

Combine the hot, steamed carrots
  into the bowl of other ingredients.
 Mix. Let cool.

Let's be completely honest. First, nobody is
 really a fan of a dish whose main ingredient

 is "carrots"--unless it comes in a cake. 
 Second, this dish isn't particularly pretty. 
 That said, there's a reason they're called
My amazing Auntie Carla introduced me to
 this recipe years ago. I remember watching
 her prepare it and thinking, "Oh my he[ck],
 that looks disgusting!" However, the smell
 of the marinade was so tangy, my mouth 
watered regardless of my picky nature.
 When she offered me a spoonful of those
 tiny carrots, mixed with the onions and
 peppers (neither of which I was fond of),
 I'd braced myself to chew and swallow as
 quickly as possible--hoping she'd be looking
 away so I could regurgitate the stuff into a
 nearby vase of dry potted plants.
But it tasted "alright." It was sharp: sour and
 sweet and mildly crunchy. Hmph! Then 
something strange happened. Ten seconds
 passed and I was absentmindedly scooping
 up another was done
 subconsciously. I had no idea I'd grabbed
 the spoon and dove into the bowl! It literally
 was a GREEN EGGS AND HAM moment.
She filled a couple of old pint mason jars for
 me to take to my brothers, told me she loved
 me, then politely shoved me out the door.
 Trust me, I had every intention of taking the
 jars to my brothers--after all, it was a good
 excuse to visit them. But in route to my first
 brother's house, I found myself opening one
 of the jars and pulling out carrots to
 was a dangerous maneuver, but I simply 
couldn't help myself. You know when you go
 grocery shopping when you're hungry--you're going down the side aisle ready to check out and you say, "Ah, what the he[ck], I'll just grab a couple donuts!"? Then you find yourself eating the last one as you pull into your driveway. Yeah. It was totally like that, but with Carla's Carrots
If you don't like them, you must be immune to enchantments...probably any magic, for that matter. Even so, if you know me, you know you should try this, because I don't lie.
 (At least when it comes to food.)

Happy eating,

Well I don't know about you, but I want to try them.

Thanks Maxwell for guest posting for me today.

You da bomb.  (But that's another guest post right?)


  1. don't know who your friend is, but this sounds delightfully awful! i'm gonna try it.

  2. Anonymous, I think he wanted to remain, well...anonymous. :)