a bunch of whoppers….


Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head. Radishes have an unmistakable affinity with untruths  or, as they’re more commonly known, lies. Good ones are well formed and attractively packaged in bunches which seductive combination is irresistible, even if you don’t know what a radish is or what it tastes like. When such radishes are on offer the trusting souls who have come to market are happy to believe the cheeky street trader’s patter that promises a once in a lifetime offer of the crispest, most peppery radishes that you will ever come across in this and the next life, and, having no reason to suspect that such as he would speak anything but the truth, will not wish to offend by having the temerity to ask to taste one. ….and they, even though the radish, when tasted, turns out to be limp and watery, will still proudly display the outwardly beautiful bunch loathe to admit any hint of dissatisfaction. ….and so on…..however, these particular radishes are radishes and I ‘m not lying. Big, in the radish world ( not the allegorical world) is not necessarily beautiful as the sole judgement of a radish lies ( that word again) in its taste. Big red apples provide the yard stick for taste disappointment which has always made me wonder about Adam. However, the Big Red Radishes that I bought recently from our local supermarket were both breath taking and  fire breathing…..but  some chilled unsalted butter and a sprinkling of sea salt, together with good bread and wine balanced the peppery heat and the cool crispness of the flesh perfectly. A very tempting radish indeed. I wonder if Eve’s surname was Johnson…

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Photographer and film maker living in France. After a long career in London, my wife and I have settled in the Vendee, where we run residential digital photography courses with a strong gastronomic flavour.
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35 Responses to a bunch of whoppers….

  1. jmcheney says:

    Mighty tempting!

  2. Mad Dog says:

    I’d be even less inclined to trust a tomato without tasting. Some of those hawkers would sell their own grandmothers!

  3. ardysez says:

    Even if they were inedible I would buy them so I could pair that fuschia with the pale yellow and take photos. Beautiful.

  4. Stunning colour and I do love the French way of eating radishes!

  5. Nadia says:

    Luckily my radishes are growing beautifully this year. I have not had to but any for weeks.

  6. margaret21 says:

    Lucky you. I’ve not been able to buy proper, peppery radishes either in England or France for years and years 😦

  7. This makes me wish I planted radishes this year…

  8. Eha says:

    Have not has radishes ‘that way’ for eons . . . you make the combination sound irresistible whatever the degree of pepperiness . . . as long as the wine is non-negotiable . . .

  9. Shredded, soaked in salt, resting a bit, pouring of the water and than mix them with good Yogurt, adding pepper,and some little chives the best Yogurt dip and nice color too. With fresh baked sour dough bread and you are set for a nice summer appetizer, not to forget a good glass of wine.

  10. elliebleu says:

    Beautiful photo! Just recently I discovered Easter Egg radishes. Who knew they came in so many brilliant colors?

  11. Beautiful shot, Roger! I prefer smaller radishes myself:)

  12. Mary Frances says:

    Sounds like a delicious, simple appetizer or snack for a summer evening.

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