Still, eventually, after weeks and months and possibly even years, carrots do start to decompose. So in an effort to use up this last bag, I made a carrot pie yesterday.
It wasn’t bad, though I should‘ve pureed the carrots instead of just mashing them like potatoes if I wanted to pull off the pumpkin pie imitation. If I’d served it warm at the table with whipping cream, it might have been more of a hit. Trouble was, it was late coming out of the oven and everybody was exhausted from playing in/and or shoveling the snow, so some people had already gone to bed when it appeared in the kitchen. (Also, everyone saw me cooking up carrots, so I couldn‘t lie about its origins.)
Even so, everyone eventually agreed to try it, and no one was repulsed. I took that as a positive sign, which means I’ll probably try it again -- perhaps this time on an unsuspecting audience.
At any rate, if you want the recipe I used (but failed to follow exactly), you can find it here:
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