Special Sunday carrots

My wife always chops the carrots into little discs, which galls me - I have no desire to be time-warped back to school with visions of giant aluminium pans full of sloppy mince and carrots, the smell combining with steam drifting off mountains of overcooked rice under heat lamps. Raised voices, pushing, jostling, Formica trays, scratched Pyrex, dirty cutlery, clatter-clatter... All can be revived with a glassy stare through an overcooked carrot. I like my carrots simply peeled and, if very