7 Carrot Gold

This is the beginning of a new selection of reviews based upon the range of vegetables available to me in my kitchen.

Today is the humble Morrisons frozen baby carrot. That is it there, before cooking. The green bit is added goodness I imagine.

After two minutes of boiling in pasta water, and a further couple of minutes simmering in chopped tomato juice I guessed they were ready to eat.

Everyone knows that carrots are the vegetable of the adventurous, the baby variety even more so. Twenty times more powerful than a green bean, they are renowned as the vegetable of Dr. Indiana Jones himself.

Perhaps less well known is the fact that carrots are only second to chinchillas in anti-taste. Anti-taste of course being the phenomenon of removing whatever flavour present in your mouth for the next 11 hours.

The carrots experienced for the purpose of this review were not crispy, but crunchy. Crispiness is easily defined as biting into a leaf of iceberg lettuce, or the first break in a stick of fresh celery. That's fine; but what about crunchiness? A biscuit is crunchy, as are Kellogg's Crunchy Nut Corn Flakes, but there is the subtle crunch you find in tough but brittle foods, such as plates, and the raw carrot stick.
The baby carrots were actually neither of these, forget what was said earlier.

Tooth passage was not altogether easy, resistance was in its plural form and sometimes hard going. Even swapping to the sharpest teeth in the fleet did not fully eradicate the problem.

With the battle behind, the carrot can languish on the tongue. A slightly watery taste presented itself, which might suggest a lack of proper draining after cooking.
However, fault on the part of the chef is impossible.

Swallowing was effortless after sufficient chewing, which was about a 4.8 on the scale. That said, they were quite chewy, around a 6.

In defence of the sods, they were faultlessly orange and provided excellent dinnertime repartee.

More suitable as guests than food, Morrison's Carrots are a constant disappointment and are about as satisfying as windchimes.