And now, so do our four readers of PF for pushing carrots. I know that many of you will look at this drink and want to blow chunks but hear me (read me?) out first. Please.
Yes, Luke was rather depressed/ deflated/ bothered and bewildered when I pulled carrots out of my bag on Sunday. I proudly proffered these carrots, grabbing them by their stems with all the jubilant energy of Bugs B and I was greeted with a reaction more appropriate for Yosemite Sam, except Luke is blond and Sam is a ginger. And I didn’t see any pistols. There were no pistols to my knowledge.