I babysat for my grandchildren last night so that their parents could go out to dinner for Valentine’s Day. I decided to make a special dinner for the kids. The individual heart-shaped meatloaves were easy, but I resorted to my old nemesis, Pinterest, for ideas for the vegetable. I found a tutorial for heart shaped carrot slices. It looked easy enough, even for a Pinterest challenged individual such as myself to carry off. I suppose if the carrots I bought at the grocery store had been large and perfectly straight like the ones I saw in the tutorial, it would have been.
My carrots were the quirky sort of characters that everyone enjoys in books, but nobody wants to live with.
In the end, I hand-sculpted each individual slice of carrot into the shape of a heart. I did it even though I knew the effort-to-appreciation-ratio was going to be highly disproportionate. We’re talking kids and vegetables. I was determined not to let my lack of culinary prowess get the best of me this time, but mostly I did it for love. I love my grandchildren and I love to tickle their fancy. Even if you don’t like cooked carrots, a pile of orange hearts in the vegetable spot on your dinner plate has to be a bit of a giggle.