Ravishing radishes
Every morning at this time of year I go outside and dig in the dirt for my breakfast. This isn’t because we’re destitute. It’s because I have this scandalous craving for radishes. As with many things, fresher is always better. And it’s impossible to be any fresher than eating food moments after it’s plucked from the earth. I wash my radishes first, of course. I’m not a total barbarian, at least not anymore. When I was a kid, a fresh radish or a green onion would find its way into my mouth after the dirt was removed with a cursory swipe on the leg of my jeans. Jeans that ...