@spendius,
Not me, they don't. (I have life long retinitis).
But I do like carrots for other reasons, especially roasted with olive oil, salt, pepper, and some chile powder, or refrigerator-pickled raw.
Soup, I somewhat live on soup, summer or winter. Tonight's involves slow cooked chickpeas, whole wheat small pasta shells, some quite surprisingly mild hot italian sausage, some left over roast chicken, my tomato sauce with some adobo chile, some chicken stock, and a bunch of already cooked and frozen cut up mustard greens. I like it (this time).
On gypsies/zingari/roma, I'm mostly sympathetic. On the other hand, I've been surrounded by groups of them in Rome several times, once when I was bleeding down my leg (an undiagnosed bleeding fibroid) and searching out a bathroom when a lot of places were closed. They riffled my purse (nothing important in it) and fluttered away, disappointed. That was my first time there, and during that month I got interested in watching their maneuvers.
Early morning subway in March with all the guys in overcoats going to work and cramming themselves into the subway car, they came up behind them and picked their overcoat pockets. Quite a vision from some yards away. Their pockets, like my purse, probably didn't hold valuables. I watched zingari women lie down in a traffic circle with their arms out, and then move to the other side of the circle to improve their chances of getting some help. I wasn't staking out gypsies, this was all just what I saw walking the city. There was a big set-too a few years ago when an encampment in Rome was cleared out - a lot of anger at those clearing out.