Daikon on granny’s kitchen counter, ready to come home with us. I always think of them as “turnips” though… because that’s what turnip cake is made out of.
schmindigo
Phoenix
My granny is one bad-ass urban homesteader.
She’s been farming the hell out of her backyard patch of Phoenix desert for 40+ years.
I don’t know how much longer she’ll be able to keep doing it.
For now, though, she sent us home with a suitcase full of veggies.