1. Pot roast, pot roast O my. The picture speaks for itself:
Here's a recipe, in case you're interested:
1A. It ain't Sunday dinner without dessert. Here's a slab of Agnes' banana bread with butter schmear. Perfect not too sweet end to a very rich meal:
2. Horseradish. The scene of the crime after this year's "grinding of the root" celebration:
Not that I have any specific scientific means of quantifying this, but this year's batch is O MY GOD hot. I forced Agnes out of the house and suffered a major coughing fit while putting it up in the jars. It's had a few days to mellow on the vinegar brine, but it still bites HARD. In other words...perfection!
3. The sexy turnip has been boiled, mashed and pureed with butter/cream/salt/pepper to accompany today's Sunday offering: Pot roast 2.0 aka beef stew. The taste jury is out on the sexy one. It didn't really wow me taste wise as I was making it, but I'll reserve judgement until we re-heat and serve with the stew. Some foods need to be in the chorus not lead singers. Sorry, no photo here. Pureed turnips are NOT sexy.
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