Radishes! (Guerrilla Gardening)

So… I’ve got radishes.
I’ve got radishes that I planted. In a traffic-calming island (or… something like that) up the street.
I also planted squash along side it. Someone else has planted corn. We’re an enterprising bunch in my neighbourhood, I gotta say. 😀
 

Having big hands and using a big set of nail clippers for size comparison… not the best plan. Clippers are about the same size as a standard-sized clothes peg, if that’s any help.

 
 
I harvested these three yesterday afternoon. There are four or five still left, and I’ll probably leave them until next week. Of those three, I chopped up the Very Very Big One and threw it into a maccaroni salad (ft: half a cucumber, half a yellow pepper, one tomato, one very big radish, and five or so sour cherries, plus dried basil and cilantro, but no fresh dill… more fool me –> dressing was mayo + mustard + minced garlic) last night. I’ll probably be doing something similar tonight. Noodles sauteed with tinned salmon plus diced tomato (bought at the Parkdale market today), minced garlic, and grape leaves (picked on the way home).
I’d like to use the radishes to make a tiny jar of spicy radish pickles (apparently it’s best to slice the radishes into rounds or else dice them up, because leaving them whole – especially with French Breakfast Radishes – can leave you looking like you pickled someone’s fingers… uhm…) for putting on fish or burgers or something… Except that we have no barbicue, so burgers are probably out. Which means they’ll probably wind up in salads. Which is fine. 🙂
 
Anyway. The whole point of this post, really, is to squee about the fact that my radishes grew themselves, and did a really good job of it! Go radishes! (They are delicious!)
 
Here’s hoping the squash and turnip greens do just as well! 😀
 
 
TTFN,
Meliad the Birch Maiden. 🙂