My nearest and dearest know that I'm a little obsessed with radishes. I buy them at the grocery store as frequently as I buy lemons (so, every time I'm there). I pickle them. I roast them. I eat them with butter and salt.
This is the first year of my adult life that I have had a small parcel of outdoor space. Being someone who doesn’t know a damn thing about plants, I decided to load up my planters with herbs, figuring I would use them up long before I could kill them via gross neglect.
You’ve probably already made hash at some point or another, even if accidentally. I know I have. In an effort to avoid dirtying more than one pan, I’ve tossed a bunch of vegetables and maybe some cooked bacon into a pan and served it all in one big pile.