LIKE HORSE RADISH YOUR POST BRINGS TEARS TO MY EYES. I love the stuff as well as your grandfather.
A person of middle european background went to great length to point out that middle european heritage folks lived longer than other people because of their use of horse Radish.
I use the stuff on Corned Beef on Rye bread. and anywhere else I can work it it in.
Dutch Schoultz
A person of middle european background went to great length to point out that middle european heritage folks lived longer than other people because of their use of horse Radish.
I use the stuff on Corned Beef on Rye bread. and anywhere else I can work it it in.
Dutch Schoultz
One of my memories of my grandfather was harvesting HR. We had a huge wild patch, about a 100 ft square on our family farm located in some rough/rocky ground. It was very hot stuff, dynamite. He told me it was there when the place was homesteaded, a wild patch that he would fertilize with manure every other year or so. In the fall, 60+ years ago, he and I would dig up two or three gunnysacks of roots, grab our fishing poles and head up to the lake. We’d tie the sacks off our dock and let the waves clean the roots while we fished till mid-afternoon. Then, back home to grind it up with a old sausage grinder, outdoors and upwind. I got to crank till I ran out of steam, usually not very long since I was a little kid. The fresh ground HR went into pint mason jars with a little salt and vinegar, if I remember right. What I do really remember is my grandfather sitting at the kitchen table eating it on saltine crackers, tears running down his face, he absolutely loved the stuff. No one else in the family would touch it, especially us kids, it would’ve cooked our mouths. He also outlived everyone else by at least 10 years. Pretty sure it was the HR.