Nothing gets a lovely spring Sunday kicked off quite like a bit of thievery. It’s true. I’m extremely incorrigible with very little social conscience.
This particular heist involves radishes.
I’ve eaten them raw off and on for years (mainly off to be honest) but in the last few months I’ve really come around to the spicy, earthy, slightly sweet little guys. They’ve been flooding our local farmers’ markets, so I’m always on the lookout for some new insight in preparation and consumption.