Finely chopped radishes, seasoned with chili and spices, were sold on carts in the hot winter sun during our childhood.
People on foot and bicycles used to eat them while braking. The mouths of the onlookers start to water…
Gradually, people started settling in colonies, so like many traditions, these crispy, delicious radishes, cut like Layla’s fingers, were also defeated by pizzas and burgers.
Recently, while roaming around the city, I saw several cart owners selling these white, spiced radishes. I was pleasantly surprised. There are still those who appreciate them. Despite our desire, we could not take a picture of them. These are our own radishes. For those who ask, which farm are you from? In the cold and sun of ‘Kadaka’, only those who are keen of eating them know and believe in the taste of eating them.
