Yep, that's exactly what cooked carrots taste like.
Fresh carrots in everything but cooked carrots gag me too.
Life has been a riot of fun lately. I'm catching up after a lot of road miles.
My studio is waiting, my Muse tapping her foot, threatening to take a vacation. Right, she's not going anywhere with the stuff we have going, until it's done. She changes her perches, sometimes on the flex shaft, dangling her feet; sometimes I can find her rolling around in the enamel powders, "This one, she says, this one next." Why is a muse so often female? Especially since I can appreciate a bossy guy, shouldn't my muse be male?
Just one of the many questions of the day.
I went to a free mini-workshop put on by an organization called HAI (Human Awareness Institute). It was an interesting two hours in which a group of strangers became, not friends, but not strangers in those two hours. As a closet introvert I'm usually drained by groups of people. You'd probably never know it because I genuinely like people but afterwards I usually retreat to someplace to recharge. I walked out of that room and found that I wasn't drained, that I had been given as much as had been offered. I will eventually be taking one of their weekend workshops and look forward to experiencing all that they have to teach me.