We have this huge 10 lb. bag of carrots in the garage (it won't even fit in our fridge) that we've been trying to use up for ages.  So I decided to make carrot cake, since I've been meaning to try it for a while and it's one of Tony's favorites.

Ironically, just the day before, Charysse was helping me grate some cheese, and I warned her: "Make sure you don't grate your finger!  I've done it before and it ain't fun."  And of course, I ended up grating my knuckle hard the next day.  I mean, there was a chunk of flesh missing off my knuckle.  Luckily, no blood or flesh got into the carrots (I think, haha) -- I immediately ran my bloody knuckle under water and bandaged it up tight so I could finish my carrot cake.  Needless to say, it turned out great -- very moist and loose, and our Urbana houseguests consumed it happily, potential fingers and all.