A Proverbs 31 Kind of Day

As a kid, I totally remember my dad eating radishes. Gross. He would wash them, maybe cut them . . .maybe not. Sometimes he would sprinkle some salt on them . . .or maybe not. But he always said they were so good. I thought, "well, maybe not!" I remember, as a kid, trying a radish. YUCK! It was hot. That's about all I remember about a radish. And that I knew enough to say I didn't like them! Well, that . . . and my dad would always put cut up radish in our salad if he was making the salad. And he normally did. Which means that I had to normally pick them out! As an adult, I have always steered clear of radishes. That was until about a year ago. The cherubs and I stopped at a taco truck. This wasn't a fancy, "all-the-rage," food truck. Let me try that again . . .it is all the rage, in that the food is ah-maz-ing! But it's not one of the popular-kind-of-food-trucks that you see these days. This is one of thos...