THE APPLE

Way back when I was a baby (and by baby, I mean in my ’20s, in the ’80s, in Chicago), there was no better post-club cure than a trip to the Lincoln Park Walker Brothers.* My go-to was two eggs (over easy), bacon, hash browns, and rye toast. But for the table, we always got what…

Swap-Box Hero: Celeriac Edition

“SELL-err-ee-ack.” Not quite. “SELLer-rack.” Nope, again. “Sell-ryack.” Closer. CSAers, if you bail and say, “celery root,” that’s cool. But, judging by our end-of-day swap-box  contents, way too many of you also bail on the veggie itself. Maybe you’re lacking celeriac confidence. Maybe I can help. First:  pronunciation. Suh-LAIR-ee-ack. Think Billy Joel’s Movin’ Out—”in the fall you…