My stepmom has been making fresh squeezed carrot juice for years now. She thinks it's a miracle healing potion. It's cute. My dad used to take the pulp and shape it into little cakes and tell me and my sister they were carrot cookies. He even put them on the patio table once to "bake" in the sun. We never ate then obviously. It was just to make us laugh. I miss him. He was so funny all his life and even all through his sickness. I try to copy his strengh.