I pulled the last of the radishes this week.
Why is it that, regardless of how many we eat, the last bit is always overwhelming.
I pickled some – but that will be another post (pickled radishes?!?)
Sliced radishes are a great addition to salads…. They add a bit of crunch and a bit of heat.
We have this as a first course…. It would be great for a light lunch with a baguette.
Or on the baguette for a sandwich!
Tuna and Radish Salad
Preparation and cooking time: 15 minutes
- 6oz (180gr) tuna, drained
- 2 hard-boiled eggs
- 1/2 cup sliced radishes
- 1/3 cup chopped celery
- 1/4 cup chopped dill pickle
- 2 tbs snipped chives
- 1 tbs snipped tarragon
- 2oz (60gr) lettuce leaves
- Tarragon Vinaigrette
- 1 tsp Dijon-style mustard
- 1 tsp lemon juice
- 2 tsp white wine tarragon vinegar
- 1 tsp snipped fresh tarragon
- 2 tbs salad olive oil
- Boil the eggs.
- Combine tuna, radishes, celery, pickle and herbs in a medium bowl.
- Make Vinaigrette: Combine mustard, lemon juice and vinegar in a small bowl and whisk together.
- Slowly add olive oil, whisking constantly to emulsify. Add tarragon and mix.
- Add Vinaigrette to tuna and mix gently. Set aside until eggs are done and you are ready to finish.
- Before serving peel and chop eggs. Add to tuna and mix gently.
- Arrange lettuce on 2 plates. Spoon salad in the center of the lettuce and serve.
Warning: rambling rant on rights….
Do you have a word or phrase that irritates you?
One that makes you want to lash out whenever you hear it?
I’ve always been a bit particular about words. I know the difference between ‘may’ and ‘can’; ‘could’ and ‘would’.
I take pleasure in a well-turned phrase.
I take offense at a mis-used and abused phrase.
‘I have the right.’
I hear it all the time and I cringe every time I hear it.
‘I have the right to know why you lost your job.’
‘I have the right to delve into your past.’
‘I have the right to tell people your secrets.’
‘I have the right to know who you’re talking to.’
If I remember correctly, the only ‘rights’ anyone has are Life (your own) Liberty (your own) and the Pursuit of Happiness (your own).
All the rest are somewhat ambiguous.
You have the right to free speech and I have the right to privacy. You have the right to tell my secrets and I have the right to keep them private. Whose ‘right’ prevails?
That’s an intellectual argument – the kind I thoroughly enjoy.
In my opinion, the phrase has been used with such abandon that it’s losing its power.
I don’t think adopted children have the ‘right’ to find their biological parents. It could be beneficial, rewarding and wonderful but I don’t think it’s a ‘right’.
I don’t think parents have the ‘right’ to know all of their children’s secrets…. Regardless of how badly they want to.
I don’t think the public has the ‘right’ to know all the details of every public officials’ past (and present). Any information that relates to the persons ability to perform the job should be available – like it should be for any employee.
It seems like the word ‘right’ is being substituted for the word ‘want’.
‘I have the right to know’ sounds a lot more officious than ‘I want to know.’
I don’t like ‘officious’ either.
And another thing….. Just who is granting all of these people all of these rights?
I have a right to know!
And I really need to quit watching Judge Judy. (mon mari’s fault)