The very best carrots ended up in the crisper drawer of our electrified fridge (which we use nearly 100% for that purpose). The rest were deemed goat carrots and headed over to the unelectrified fridge root cellar.

Which forced me to admit that we might actually run out of room in our fast, cheap root-cellar alternative this year. Because there are lots of mangels in the garden that will need to be harvested before our first hard freeze, and the carrots alone nearly fill our in-the-ground fridge up.

Of course, I'm still not sure whether Abigail will lower her standards enough to eat a mangel, or whether I'll end up giving them all to my mother, who said the fodder beets were at least moderately suitable for human consumption. Yes, I'm well aware that this paragraph makes it abundantly clear to the whole world that my mother is less spoiled than my goat.