That funny looking thing that looked like a cross between a post-nuclear-holocaust carrot and an anime tentacle monster?
Horseradish. It grows in the front of my yard near the ditch, and in Mom and Dad’s in a little “patch” near the field. All I know is it grows on its own and it’s nearly impossible to kill.
Photo credit: Ruslan V. Albitsky via Wiki Commons. Because someone dug up all the horseradish around here.
Every year before Christmas, Dad digs up the horseradish roots and makes the condiment we call horseradish. Not to be confused with the plant itself. Except for the whole sharing-a-name thing.
It starts out like this, a pile of gnarled, muddy roots.
Dad puts them on the low screened table I use to cure onions.
Then, hook up the power washer! Read more on how to make horseradish, plus a horseradish giveaway…