Carrot Socks

The other day while eating dinner I was mentioning that I really didn't like raw carrots (I do love steamed carrots). It brought back a childhood memory. My parents struggled and struggled to get me to eat healthy (or eat at all). I would spend many late nights at the kitchen table until I finished my food. One particular trick I learned was that carrot sticks fit very nicely down a pair of tube socks. I'd casually lift my leg to itch an imaginary scratch and in the carrot stick would go. Then when my Mom saw that I had finished dinner, I'd run outside to play, and there chuck my carrot sticks into the wild where some lucky rabbit would enjoy my leftovers. Do you have a crazy food disposal story?  If so, leave a comment...