Mary’s daughter-in-law was out in the same garden, harvesting carrots for dinner when she noticed something… peculiar. One of the carrots seemed oddly fancy. It was wearing a ring. Yes, a carrot had somehow grown through the center of Mary’s long-lost engagement ring, squeezing it like a vegetable corset. It looked like it had accepted a proposal from the dirt itself.
She sprinted inside, carrot in hand like some kind of root-vegetable treasure hunter. “Mary!” she shouted. “Did your engagement ring look like this?”
Mary blinked. “It can’t be.”
But it was. The diamond, the band, the tiny nick she remembered from clanking it against the mixer that one Thanksgiving—it was all there. And now, it was stuck on a carrot that had clearly spent the past decade bulking up at the gym just to pull this off.
The ring was scrubbed clean, Mary shed a few joyful tears, and the carrot was given the honor of being not eaten. (It now sits in the freezer, preserved like a little orange hero.)
Moral of the story? Always keep digging—and never underestimate the romantic potential of root vegetables. 💍🥕
