Often, I speak about my absolutely wonderful femme de menage. More than anything in the world, Elise likes to cook and, she is brilliant and brilliantly creative in the kitchen.
When I think there is absolutely nothing for lunch, she rummages around in the refrigerator and then descends to the cave to see what she can find, then she rustles up a delicious meal with an entrée, plat and dessert.
Today for example she found two bunches of Cherry Belle radishes, those pretty round ones that look like fat cherries and are quite mild.
Back ground: My-Reason-For-Living-In-France, who was momentarily obsessed, obsessed, with these particular radishes, has now decided that they really don’t agree with his digestive system (I know this is TMI. but it’s a necessary detail in my story.)
So, what does Elise do? She calls her cousin who owns a restaurant in Portugal and asks him what she should do with the withering bunches of radishes. “Cook them,” he told her. Then he explained how. Then she did it.
Now I am going to tell you how to do it, because — and I’m making a huge assumption here that you, like I, have never tasted a cooked radish — they are out-of-this-world.
Elise’s cousin’s recipe:
1.) Wash and cut off the leaves and those cute little tails
2.) Toss whole into boiling salted water and cook for 20 to 30 minutes, depending upon the size of the radishes.
4.) Lightly brown in a frying pan with olive oil. (You can add a smidge of butter if you’re so inclined, but it’s not necessary.)
5.) Sprinkle with sea salt.
6.) Serve with just about anything.
When I saw her in the kitchen with the radishes all I could think was: “I am really going to hate this idea.”
I loved it and so did MRFLIF.
Oh yes, another thing about Elise: I know she will throw those radish greens into the soup, then she’ll take any leftover bits, like carrot peelings home to her chickens and next week she’ll arrive with fresh eggs.
She never wastes anything, ever.