Until recently, I hated radishes. My mom has a picture in her office of me in pre-school trying a radish. I have a puckered mouth and grotesque look on my face. Since then radishes have never been appealing.
I never understood the appeal of radishes when folks bought them at market. And they would rave about them as I tallied up their produce.
When I was preparing the radishes for market one day, there was one lone radish in the bottom of the bucket that had popped off their greens. “Welp, that one can’t go,” I thought, “What the heck?” With a shrug, I took a bite. It was airy and light yet with a fantastic crunchy texture. And the peppery flavor was bold and dynamic, but not too intense.
Now, whenever there is a lone radish in the bottom of the bucket, a smile crosses my face.
I have yet to take any home and add them to our dinner meal. I’m not quite sure if Mark will be too enthused. So for now I will keep munching on lone radishes at work. But I bet we could have a fun time letting our 7 month old son suck on one and take funny pictures…