Radishes...friend or foe?

When I found radishes in my first spring share, I cringed. I did not grow up eating them and despite how I've tried to like them in the past, I cannot seem to like them. I will eat them if they are served because I am adult and I know they are vegetable, but secretly, I protest.

Again I put forth the effort to appreciate the little red veggies, but I do not like them in the raw - they simply have a spicy flaw.







So it was recommended I put them in a salad. They looked lovely and my taste buds did appreciate the fact that their aura was overwhelmed by the other fresh veggies in my salad. However, the radishes remained one of those few foods I could not appreciate.

Next up on the "ways to try to like radishes list" involved a radish sandwich - a favorite of my Grandpa Anderson. I was certain that the sandwich was going to be a sacrilegious waste of the beautiful bread I had just baked, BUT I was shocked to find out that if one has a thick enough piece of good bread with a little butter, the radishes seem more less disgusting and somehow edible.


My CSA Tidbits for the week had pointed me to the fact radishes have been reported to be delightful if steamed and then smothered in butter. So lastly, I gave them a try steamed. They again did not taste much like radishes and I found them somewhat pleasant. I'm not sure what steamed veggie with butter does not end up as somewhat pleasant though.

So the moral of my radish story, I have grown up in my past three weeks of radish experimentation. I can say I eat radishes. I can say I do not hate them. I can say I prefer them on a sandwich or steamed, but in all reality, I will eat them any which way. I feel sort of like the character in Green Eggs and Ham, I just had to give radishes a few chances.