When I was a wee little lass, my dad would take me over to his friend, Shirley's house by the lake. Shirley was like the grandma I never had.
And when we would visit in the summer she always picked out fresh radishes from her garden to give to me. My dad would take out his pocket knife and make a couple slices into the side, and we would grab a salt shaker to give them a little umph before eating them whole.
As I went to the gym yesterday, I hoped up onto an elliptical and grabbed a copy of Whole Living to keep me company. I stumbled on this easy little snack and modified it to my liking. What peaked my interest: Radishes.
Beautiful, tasty radishes. A treat that gives me a bit of childhood summertime nostalgia. I did grab a pearing knife and ate one raw with a dash of salt for good ol' times sake.