Seriously, fellow Pennsauken picker-uppers: What have you got against garlic and onions? The swap box just before closing Monday night contained six bunches of red scallions, three bunches of spring onions, and three lovely swirls of garlic scapes. Right. Twelve alliums. Allii. Whatever. A tragedy in any language, even Latin. Bulbus, non reliquit, right? Right. So…