Now that Passover has ended, permit me to remark upon something that I have observed over recent years: Prepared horseradish does not keep its flavor as well today as it has in the past.
Horseradish and mustard are pretty much the only piquant condiments in the Ashkenazi Jewish pantry.
Take fayre brede of whete, y-baken of the same day if it may be, and y-sliced evene as a squyre’s othe.
Take thenne buttere of penenotes, grounde passing smothe, and warme it a litel by the fyre till it be of a gentil disposition. If it be rebel and over-thikke, chastyse it with a drope of oyle or hony til it obey.
It is the time of the year when the Fish Fry reigns supreme. I am not a fan.
It’s not that I hate the fry — I just don’t worship it as a true child of Buffalo should. But then, I am not a child of Buffalo. It may be as simple as having had so many that were just bad. You have probably had the same.
