Story of My Garden Horseradish

I had an allotment where we lived in the Southwest of England. On the allotment I inherited a lovely horseradish. I had to leave my horseradish when I gave up my plot there because it was going to be several years before I would have a place to transplant it.

It was our first growing season last year at the new house and I have been slowly working in my more permanent plants/trees. It came with a pear tree and we have added an apple in the front and a cherry in the back. Late in that first season (last year), I began to price up horseradish roots and they are not cheap when you buy them from a nursery. I just wanted one.

I hummed and hawed and kept thinking I will keep looking until I can find an affordable one. Ten pounds may not seem like much but for a single or even a couple of basic weed roots that is pretty pricey in my book. My patience paid off and I saw a basket full of them at the supermarket -Morrison’s to be exact. Two pounds each. I almost danced out of the store with my prize and the rest of my shopping. I had my root and I had it cheap.

I got it home and immediately skewed it and put it in a pint glass to root.
It took several weeks but roots and shoots finally appeared. I planted it when it had some good foliage.

DSC_0096   Second year on and my lovely little snappy flavored weed is doing lovely.

Everyone knows the root of horseradish is what you grow it for but I also like the leaves. They are refreshingly peppery in a horseradish way but much milder they also have an earthy bitterness which is not everyone’s cup of tea but I love earthy flavors. They add a great tang to salad. lovely mixed in mixed steamed greens and I have even dried them and added them ground fine to my own seasonings for soups.




Gardening and Cooking – Passions

Now that our world is beginning to settle and we are starting our second summer in our new home I am feeling safe in sharing a couple honest and real passions. I guess I am really giving fair warning just in case vegetable gardening or cooking in not your cup of tea.

I tend not to do many things inside the box.  Anything that works in the garden or the kitchen is fair game for this girl. New, old, weird, norma,l I am not fussy, I’ll try it.

My garden is my Sanctuary (where I can Zen watching all my green babies grow). If you have never heard of someone who can spend time watching plants grow, you have now. I think it is genetic with me – my father was an irrigation specialist and I used to love to go out with him as a kid to fields and orchards when he worked. I love the smell of freshly plowed fields – heaven.

Cooking is my Laboratory – a place where I can experiment and do I ever experiment.  I talk it, I read it (especially historical books on foods and cooking) and do it. I prefer the freedom of cooking at home but also work as a cook in a pub. Forbid you want to discuss cooking with me because I get excitable when on this subject. Yay! Lets talk.