It started out like this. I remember saying something like “there’s the horseradish” and going on to my next thought.
Yesterday I was cutting back and cleaning up the garden and realized that the horseradish had died back from the frost and was ready for harvest. I thought I’d pull some out for Michael to enjoy. I didn’t get the horseradish gene but he and my mom eat it like it’s candy. So I started digging, for at least an hour. Long story short, we have a lot of horseradish root out there and it’s buried very deeply. There will be horseradish on our property for many years to come.
Here’s what I was able to dig out. It was getting dark and I was tired. We had pizza for dinner.
… a view with my hand to give you a better sense of the size of this root.
I soaked it a little and washed the dirt off. My middle daughter, the Harry Potter fan, saw this and immediately went downstairs and put in the Harry Potter movie with Professor Sprout and the mandrakes and watched the whole thing, lol.
It looks like the large one is actually six roots that fused together. I might of missed it last year.
The smaller, normal size root was easily peeled and chopped.
Then I processed it with some water and red wine vinegar.
He doesn’t smile like this for just anything.
The larger root is still sitting on my counter. I think that I’m going to try to cut it into smaller pieces and freeze it to grate later since the refrigerated version only lasts for up to six weeks.
Looking forward to a nice horseradish cream sauce with the roast beef on Christmas Day 🙂