Lucette was out coaxing the vegetables today. It was with great consideration that she spent time smoothing out peas frills and whispering words of encouragement to the pole beans.
Then ... there was discovery. The radishes were ready. Lucette pulled the first with delighted vigor and I showed her how to ready it for consumption. She was sure she wanted to pop the whole bit at once, shunning my idea of slices. Her mouth went from smiles to grimace after the first few crunches and the peppery radish sent her to lap up water from the faucet like a naughty cat. Next time, she agreed, she might advocate slices. Thin slices. On salad. With dressing.