What I’ve been trying and failing to say is that my impression of the radish was WRONG.
All of the sudden you find yourself in more than just a spring fling. I’d probably be crushed when she ditched me for a buttery leek. Better to have loved and lost a radish to a leek than to have never loved a radish at all? Although I firmly believe that duck fat makes the world go round, if it’s not your jam, don’t worry about it.
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Can we also take a minute to realize that I’ve written myself into a tawdry same-sex relationship with a vegetable?
I’ve also probably been too harsh on this vegetable.
Maybe she’s just dressing that way to pay her way through vegetable med school? It’s about as solid as my plan to start a pansexual dating site for vegetables.
It turns out if you take this crispy little root, slather her in duck fat and then roast her with some leeks, everything changes.
I’ve always admired the radish as a pretty garnish, but I’ve never really considered it to be a full on side dish.
I would incorporate these cheery little roots into salads in order to add some color, but that was it.
I’ve been treating the radish like my cheap, last minute, arm candy wedding date.
She’s not the hardworking, salt of the earth veggie that I’d take home to meet my Mom. They wanna show all the sweet potatoes your baby photos.