Suddenly remembered the years my parents grew horseradish so they could make their own sauce, and beets to make wine. It was the best of times, it was the blurst of times.
Suddenly remembered the years my parents grew horseradish so they could make their own sauce, and beets to make wine. It was the best of times, it was the blurst of times.
Horseradish, yes. Beet wine, no.
Beet… wine. This definitely sounds like something my German ancestors would have done at some point. Tasted some truly awful homemade apple wine visiting.
I blame them growing up during the Depression