HORSERADISH

 

I never knew that horseradish was one of my father's favorite dishes until he came to visit us one day.

I used to grow my own horseradish as it had a more distinct flavour to it. This day I had dug up a fair amount and had spent an hour cleaning and grinding it. Every few seconds I would have to wait until my vision cleared because the vapour from the horseradish was very strong as it was being ground. I imagine I sure looked funny, was probably a good thing there was no one there at the time. I finished my chore and put it in jars, capped them and cleaned the area up.

By this time it was supper time and I had to get the meal ready. Since I had the horseradish, I roasted beef to go with it. I included the usual items, such as potatoes, vegetables, whatever else they wanted and dessert.

My father was in seventh heaven by the look on his face. He dug in and loaded his plate up including the horseradish. "Good" he exclaimed. "Horseradish".  We passed the dish to him and he proceeded to use a tablespoon to spoon it out onto his plate. Before I could say to him that I had just crushed and that it was pure, he shoved a loaded tablespoon of it into his mouth. All of our mouths dropped open and then he said, "Lord that was good".