Carrot Stickler

If you invite me over for dinner and served me a plate of carrots.  I will gamely swallow it without chewing.  I will not tell you that I hate cilantro, celery, and carrots almost as much as I do social injustice.  I try to keep my prickly food habits as unobtrusive and as private as possible (except, of course, when I announce it publicly here- but this is pretty much as private and low-traffic as the interweb gets).  Today, however, the truth came out.  And as always, this led to much disbelief and shaken heads.  Which was why I try to keep this secret in the first place.

Amber: How do you not like carrots?

Liz: You love food!  You go all the way to DC for special soup noodles, but not eat basic food that every child is given?

Moi: I'm not proud of it.

Amber: This is absurd.  I don't believe it.

And yet it's true.  I can't stand them.  When I discovered that the "Maryland crab soup" that I bought on Tuesday was just broth, carrots, celery, corn, and peas.  I drank the broth.  Tried to pick out as much of whatever else I could.  Then closed the soup and tossed out the rest of the vegetables.  It was all pretty tricky, because I did this in class, in front of Prof. Who, and was trying my best to look like a grown up.  But I managed.  I always do.