Radishes. Butter. Salt.
All the fresh produce will be gone so soon, it screams to be savored immediately.
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Random freshman year roommates, who thanks to a bit of creative self-description (nonsmoking, check), ended up living together in tiny spaces for two entire years.
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2 comments:
this is an odd breakfast, indeed.
seems british or something.
close- it's a la francaise. they're actually called french breakfast radishes, thanks to the habit of them being consumed thus at the beginning of the day.
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