One of my favorite vegetables in in the whole world is the carrot because it's orange - which also gives you a clue about my favorite fruit too.

I can't say, however, that I love carrots because that would leave me without an appropriate way to describe how I feel about steak, or Kentucky Fried Chicken.  Yet, carrots still do my heart well when I am out for dinner and a bunch of weird stuff shows up on the table: "Oh no thank you.  I'll just have these carrots.  I really like carrots!"

I am also sentimental about carrots because I remember my grandfather buying them by the truck load to feed to his horses.  When you are 6, there is something magical about looking into a stall in a barn and seeing it full with carrots three feet deep.

I bet even the Carrot Museum doesn't have that many.