Digging Daikon

We pulled up all the daikon radish from the big field. It was bit like that story of the giant radish - the old woman pulled and pulled. Some were huge and some were tiny but we had a truckload in the end. I say "we" because I worked with my nemesis, my sister-in-law. She told her mother that we couldn't prepare the daikon for pickles because my hand hurt (what does she use my hand as an excuse for?) - so I went over and said, "in spite of my hand hurting, I will work anyway." Oh, she was mad but my mother-in-law was glowing. Grumpy sister moaned and groaned at every move but while we were tying the bunches together, we actually had a sort of friendly conversation and were laughing by the end of our chores.

Later in the day - I get a plate of cooked fish! This is how it works. If they are in a bad mood, I get raw fish that needs to be scaled and cleaned. If they love me, I get it cooked. I should get some good karma in addition to the fish though -it was no easy deal working with her.

Lots of daikon for pickles, more on that later.