This morning I was feeling very European - or at least not American - I went to the farmer's market after walking the Tedster (now that I live downtown I have oodles of free time in the morning) which led to an unorthodox breakfast of coffee, toasted sour dough bread with goat cheese and honey, snap peas and radishes with salt. This was all inspired by the name of the radishes I bought - a mild variety which the dealer told me are called 'French breakfast.' I love radishes.
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