Happily my niece has inherited the love of a peppery radish dipped in sea salt.
A couple of months ago she emailed me a photo of a beautiful plate of radishes.
That wouldn't mean much to most - but for us it meant a special something that was being served with wine at a new restaurant that had just opened in San Francisco- where she lives.
So, when she was here a couple of nights ago to celebrate her up-coming birthday- she and I shared a plate of French Breakfast radishes served with smokey salt and lemon.
For some reason, radishes just mean spring to me-