When I was a kid, I hated eating carrots. Absolutely hated them. On a trip to Tasmania when I was a child, my parents and I ate in a restaurant, and my mum noted, with some annoyance, that I was eating the carrots on my plate. For the next few months until I wised up, she claimed that all of the carrots she served me at home were specifically Tasmanian carrots. Now that I know the cold harsh realities of my vegetable consumption, I still enjoy carrots as if I was still back in that restaurant.