I have very clear memories of being at my grandparents' house on Good Friday and Saturday while they prepared for the family to come for Easter. My grandma made cruschiki and I watched, she made placzek, a very buttery bread, and I watched, she dyed eggs in onion skins and I watched, she decorated the lamb cake and I watched. But when my grandpa went outside to grate the horseradish I was told to stay inside. I'll never forget how he looked when he came back in. He looked like someone from a horror movie, someone who had been squeezed from the toes and all of his insides were coming out of his face. His face was very red and bloated, his eyes were tearing down his cheeks, his nose was running and drool was coming down the sides of his mouth. After seeing that, who would ever want to eat horseradish?? Do you ever wonder who, way back in the root gathering days, first thought a horseradish root was edible? Or how they prepared it and what they thought of it? I mean, horseradish is an acquired taste and can easily send you running for a bucket of water to toss down your throat. I like strong flavors so I do like horseradish in small doses but I had to be an adult before I tried it because all I could see in my brain when the word horseradish was spoken was my grandpa's face.
Since I seem to be channeling my maternal Polish grandparents this year by preparing the cruschiki, placzek, onion dyed eggs and lamb cake, I decided to try to make horseradish for the kielbasa and ham.
All in all, using the chopper gave a slightly coarser grain to it but I don't think I could live through grating it. I just keep seeing my grandpa's face.