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My Story Team duties kinda ate up all my writing time last week, so I'm running behind on TMOL. However, I persevere!



On Friday I was chatting on the phone with the charming and talented [livejournal.com profile] yhlee and I told her I had a list of possible topic for TMOL but that a lot of them were about food. "That's good!" she said, "food is important!" And so with no embarrassment I'm going to talk about my love for radishes.

I suppose of all the vegetables to have a passion for, radishes are an odd choice. They aren't hideously expensive, like fennel, and they don't require you to kill a tree, like hearts of palm, and they aren't a nutritional power-house like spinach, and they don't take three years to grow like asparagus. They are available year-round, and anyone with a small patch of well-watered ground can grow a crop in about a month. They are common.

I love them. They are sweet and crunchy and snappy, and because they are almost always eaten raw they are quick to prepare. I say 'almost always' because you can cook them; I've found that the really hot ones at the end of the season can be mellowed by braising them in butter. (But hey, what isn't mellowed by being braised in butter?)

I didn't realize how much of a radish fan I was until a few years ago at the local farmer's market, when I observed that in the moments before the opening whistle everyone else was lined up in front of the stalls with piles of asparagus and I was alone, standing in front of the stall with the best-looking radishes. It was kind of an odd moment.

Looking back on my childhood I guess I should have noticed this earlier. In my growing-up years, we had a large vegetable garden in the back yard and I liked to go out and eat radishes right out of the garden. I'd pull them up, rub the dirt off on my jeans and eat them right there. It's kind of amazing that any of them lasted long enough to be picked for the table. (Of course, it was a big garden. And you can continuously sow radishes. Yet another one of their many virtues!)

And so it is. Spring is around the corner. Soon the farmer's market will reopen, and I can feast on fresh radishes, radishes that still have their leafy emerald crowns and have never seen the inside of a plastic bag. *bliss*









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I don't know what I had for dinner tonight.

Actually, that is a slight exaggeration. I know that I had some canned smoked salmon and brown rice; it's the identity of the vegetable I cooked that is in doubt. I found it this evening at my favorite Asian grocery and picked up a bag for dinner. I suppose I could have picked up a bag of the baby bok choi, which is a vegetable I recognize and which would have gone well with the ginger root I was buying (cabbage + fresh ginger = love), but I really wasn't in the mood for bok choi. They had pea pods, but they are pricey and besides, I've always thought of pea pods as something you put in a dish, not something you ate alone and unadorned as a vegetable. Since my favorite Asian grocery has essentially no produce section (did I mention it's on the small side?) I was left with a choice between the mystery vegetable, eggplants, or going somewhere else. I've had the mystery vegetable before and liked it, I'm not all that wild about eggplants, and I was tired and wanted to go home--so, that settled it.

I had bought the mystery vegetable for the first time a few months ago in hopes it was broccoli raab, which it isn't. It's got a stalk and yellow four-petaled flowers like a raab, but when I got it home and got it out of the bag I realized the leaf shape was all wrong. Raab has an oval, almost pointy leaf with a toothed edge; this one was smooth and spoon-like. The flower structure is clear evidence that it is a brassica, but that doesn't get me very far. Cabbage, collards and kale are all Brassica oleracea, while broccoli raab, Napa cabbage, bok choi and turnips are all B. rapa. Brassicas, you will note, have identity issues.

I briefly considered asking one of the store employees what it was, but I feared that she would would give me the Thai name, and I wanted the Latin binomial. Now that I think about it, I think I had it wrong--given the nature of brassicas, the Thai name for it might be more informative. (I say Thai because the people who own and operate the grocery also own and operate the Thai restaurant in the same building. This may not be a safe assumption, given the number of "Chinese" restaurants in Lincoln that are run by Vietnamese or Koreans. But I digress.)

At any rate, it is a tasty vegetable and if you are fond of dark leafy greens I recommend it. The stems cook up tender and cabbagey-sweet, which makes them a wonderful contrast to the slightly bitter chewiness of the leaves. I used my "I'm feeling lazy" method of cooking them, which is wash, chop, stir-fry with garlic, add water and soy sauce and steam with a lid until the liquid is reduced to my satisfaction. I use low-sodium soy sauce, but this is something for you work out with your own blood pressure.

And if you find out the name, will you let me know?

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