The green and the white

Sometimes the community pantry comes up trumps.
I always check to see what's there if I'm in town. Not much today:  the usual loaves of shop bread which I don't need as I make my own. But, oh joy!  two fine  mooli, broken but otherwise firm and fresh.
I can't normally buy mooli here so they must be from the wholesaler, rejected because damaged.
I shall use them to make kimchi.

Oddly enough my father grew mooli, called daikon then, decades ago and supplied a delicatessen in Oxford market. What goes around...

The cucumber I prepared French-style for a salad.
The sprouts I might roast, or else boil them for the chickens.