Rub-a-dub-dub we've got radishes to scrub...
The refrain of mid to late May.
They have gone swimming,
been bathed in the sink,
rubbed and scrubbed into whites, reds, purples and pinks.
Bunched and bundled,
taken for rides,
sold at market,
eaten fresh, pickled and fried.
(Well, not really fried--sauteed but it didn't rhyme with rides. Feeling a little on the silly side today. Yes, they are really tasty sauteed in butter, crispy, radishy but without the bite. Pickled is a taste sensation especially in a salad or on a sandwich. Want some recipes? Ask and you shall receive)