If ever anything was guaranteed to cause an uproar it has to be making soup, or indeed anything that involves carrots. I tend to peel the offending vegetables and the peelings are snapped up by my dogs as if it were caviar. There is no end to the yapping, leaping up and down and general mayhem whenever they appear. Like when a bath is in the offing, my little canines sense me heading in the direction of the vegetable rack, only on this occasion, instead of fleeing for cover, they are like bees round a honey-pot. I've gone so far as to consider storing and peeling the carrots in the bedroom! They do like their peelings with even little pot-bellied, pregnant Tina joining in the scrabble for the "gold" as I scattered the skins outside.