I remember I once read a funny story about the young Shunryu Suzuki, when he and his fellow monks buried some spoiled takuan (pickled radish) in the back of the garden, so they don’t have to eat it any more.
It must have been the same kind of takuan we have three times a day with our meals, and as much as I usually love takuan, I am not sure if our specific sample still fulfils all necessary requirements for being called “edible”. I imagine it is just some left-over from the Monks who deserted the International Zen-Dojo in March 2011 … but we have to eat all up!
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