The leaves are fading now but the morning walk is enjoyable, interspersed with my panting as I moosh up and down those hills.
The exercise got me into shape to harvest the horseradish. I planted them in their own little corner of the garden and they've invaded every inch of the place.
I fully expect them to surge up through the basement floor sometime soon.
Washing the white part is fine but it's a good idea to invest in a gas mask before cutting them up.
Chop them, toss them into the food processor, add a touch of white vinegar, mayo, anything your heart desires and with enough pulsing, eventually you have a fiery sauce, enough for the three family members who wouldn't dream of tackling rare roast beef without a healthy dollop of this stuff.
If I just knew how to keep the plants corralled.
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