Well, it’s official. I am close enough to the end of our remodeling to start thinking like a rational human again. Or at least thinking about my future rational thinking.
I am, however, a long way from cooking. Our three month project turned into the inevitable 4+ month project due to the realities of construction.
In the course of that time, I discovered I really ought not live amidst construction and hold concurrent expectations. I didn’t write well. And I certainly didn’t cook much surrounded by the dusty, crowded counters.
I managed to get a kid to school and back each day without completely losing my mind. Full stop.
But tonight, I see hope.
I see a patio door installed. The culprit of the several week back up, it is now in place and the remaining details can finally move forward.
And, I see a radish.
Yeah, that’s right, a gorgeous radish.
I love radishes. When attempting to cut back on calories, my husband and I find them a very satisfying salt conveyance. The Child, however, merely tolerates radishes. She endures them sliced sparingly in a pasta salad, and moderately condones them chopped and drenched in balsamic vinegar. But she has never had that “Oooo! More!” reaction.
Until now.
My friend, Stephany, posted the following in her Facebook status yesterday, “Let’s see how many raw radishes with salt and farm-made butter I can eat for dinner outside in this stupid beautiful weather…” I remembered seeing Jacques Pépin do a Fast Food My Way segment on raw radishes and butter. And I had just picked some up at the store.
The Child and I just had our first warm evening on the porch, with radishes stuffed with butter for dinner. She preferred hers with salted butter but no additional salt. I am a big fan of the extra salt dip. Maybe it’s not a complete dinner, but it is close enough to justify moving directly to dessert.
And why not? I have a radish-loving kid and a new patio door. Cheers!
Raising an Omnivorous Child 
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