The cat gardened with me yesterday evening - sitting at his post on Raccoon House's tattered roof.
I had not visited the roof in two days and that was enough for the microgreens to turn into teenage versions of their macro selves.
In short, I had to pull most of the radishes, now clearly identifiable as radishes by their furry secondary leaves, or they would be inedible as salad leaves.
I believe this is called a mess o' radishes.
After nipping off their roots we ate them entire with our supper, in a dressing of red wine vinegar, mustard and olive oil.
What's the green stuff in the bowl? Whizzed up parsley, cilantro, sorrel-from-the-roof, raw garlic, lime juice, a powerful chile, sugar, salt and olive oil, to dress our slices of Friday night steak. Vince and I fell prey to a sore throat and sniffle within days of one another and this chimichurri/salsa verde/raw green sauce was the best cold-virus insult I could think of.