Fresh Horseradish
This weekend I was turning over my beds (see Lesson 2: Digging in the Dirt), and I found, as I do every time this year, my returning friend (enemy) the horseradish plant. Hubby and I planted Horsey before he was my husband. So yes, the plant is old enough to have a nickname. Sadly. Every year when we get out to work on the garden, we swear loudly at Horsey. Why the *%#$ are you still here, Horsey?? Horsey must feel very unloved. But really? He is back again? How does he do it? I have seriously been trying to kill this guy for 12+ years, and I never really have to try to kill plants. I am pretty good at it naturally.
I don’t actually recommend planting horseradish, because you will never ever ever get rid of it. I supposed if you are a huge fan and really want to try, you could try to put it in a container, just to keep the madness in check. But if you already have some in your garden, you might as well benefit from it. This year I decided to put Horsey to good use. I dug out as much of him as I could get (see the photo), and I made “prepared horseradish”.
Here’s how:
Raising the Root 