A while back, I said I was toying with the idea of growing horseradish. In the last few days, I came across horseradish twice–two reasons to get me thinking about it again.
The first was a New York Times article on Thursday, pointed out by my mother. Interesting, but it seemed to brush off its invasive traits with two paragraphs toward the end of the article. I might have been reassured if I’d heard more.
A day later, my mother and I stopped at Oakland Nursery on our way to the Columbus airport. Great store for lots of reasons, one of which is that it sells horseradish roots. A pack of two was $3.99, and a four-pack might have been $5.99. Tempting. But even wrapped in plastic bags, it offered a hint of its potency. I think I touched some of the shavings or whatever the roots were covered with, then touched my eye. It stung — not as bad as when you rub your eye after chopping chilies, but still a bit of a sting.
I picked out four seed potatoes, a packet of mixed pattycake squash seeds and a permanent marker for plant labels. But I chickened out on the horseradish.
Maybe if I find it again, just closer to home.
Or should I listen to the Brit, who asks how much horseradish we would use?