Monday, May 16, 2011
Things I Love
The Avenue. Early, empty on the way to the Saturday market. No memory of the chill. But no scent of heat yet either.
And the first day each spring of River Garden's lily of the valley crop. It's my favorite moment of May.
How lily of the valley always, like clockwork, seems to mean that the French breakfast radishes are ready too - mild, crisp and tipped with white.
And how they feel like a feast with fresh butter, fleur de sel and a floral glass of rosé.
Sharing them with my fellow radish addict and oldest friend in New York, Georg, whom I met here when we were very young indeed.
And the way my small daughter adores Georg just as much as I always have. We haven't sold her on the radishes yet though.