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Raddish Love


So, I am obsessed with radishes.  I know, that's weird.  I love them for a number of reasons.  The first is how quickly they grow.  Radishes are always the first thing that is ready in my garden.  They pop out of the soil, just asking to be picked.  


 I've always thought of radishes as an unappetizing addition to salads.  I had only ever had them raw, until I grew my own.  Although I do like them raw now, I disliked their spicy flavor, and could think of no other way to eat them.  My favorite way to use radishes now is sauteed.  I slice them and saute them with olive oil and a bit of salt.  After they cool, I add them to salads, use them to top pizza, or toss them in pasta.  After they are sauteed, radishes loose their bite, and are almost sweet!  My children love them this way.  In fact, my daughter, Tessie, was so used to cooked radishes, that she once picked up a big radish at a party that was on a veggie platter and bit into it with gusto.  The poor thing was completely surprised when the flavor she encountered was nothing like she was expecting.  I had to convince her, all over again, that she really did like radishes.



For the past few years I have been letting my radishes go to seed so I can collect the seeds and develop my own veggies, specific to my micro-climate.  Stay tuned for directions on saving seeds!


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