My father (Lithuanian), though, used to talk about his making horseradish -- my grandmother made him go out on the porch to grind it!
Maybe it was cole slaw. It had cabbage in it, I do know that, and he'd put it in giant mason jars on the windowsill, and they'd fizz and leak and that was where the stench came from.
Horseradish, now, I can totally get behind. My husband came into the kitchen once to find me eating creamed horseradish from the jar with a spoon.