This is a very special post for me. Why? Because I'm a sentimental sap, if ever I've been anything, and as clumsy as I am cheap. Read right to the end of the post and see why *sigh*.......


Who's afraid of a little carrot cake?  Well...uh, I am. I bake a mean chocolate and beetroot cake and will happily gobble it, but show me a carrot, and I blanch like a sheet. There's just no accounting for taste and terrors. I like them well enough raw, as a crunchy snack or coarsely grated into salads. Cook...

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