radish epitome of incomprehensibility The word inspires often-amusing surrealism... In poetry: radish - a singularity the pet radish, shrunken In video: Harrowing: Listen To These People Talk About The First Time They Ran Out Of Radishes ...and a small obsession. Because it's also something that grows well in the garden, except some of them grew too close together so that their roots went long instead of wide. I let those go to flower, so I could eat the still-juicy seedpods and collect the dry ones for seeds. I'm going to Arden on Monday, where my aunt and cousins have a hardcore garden going on, and I wonder if they want some. The only thing is, I don't know what variety the radish is, because I planted this year's from last year's seeds. A small variety. A radishy one. Quick-growing, but with recalcitrant roots. 220813 ... e_o_i He didn't need more radish seeds, but random radish emails don't hurt. 220818 ... raze he used to sneak them into my ice cream. he would force me to go on eating after i found the land mines he'd tucked into three scoops of sweetened milk fat, ruining something i loved so he could hear himself laugh. on the list of awful things he did to me, that's hardly anything at all. but the taste of pepper wrapped in cold sugar curls across my tongue every time his smiling face floats into my mind. i do still like them in a salad. at least he couldn't take that away from me. 220819 ... kerry strange/silly as it sounds i've always associated radishes with my dad, i guess because my mom would slice radishes and put them on (only) his salad at dinner. no one else in the house liked radishes. i do like their color, though. in berkeley i lived with a chef and she introduced me to watermelon radishes. they don't taste terribly different than regular radishes to me, but they are much prettier, like little haloed planets you can scatter on your plate. 220820 ... nr this word always reads to me like an adjective. they're rad-ish; only kind of rad. 220822 ... e_o_i I love that description, kerry. It reminds me of admiring the wood-grain-like rings in slices of lightly cooked beets (I like them boiled too, but then you don't get to see the rings). 220822 what's it to you? who go blather from