Sweating the small stuff keeps me sane

I can’t decide whether I love celery seed or not so much. I keep putting it in coleslaw because in the old days, when Chris owned the Fleetwood, that’s what they did. Though I loved it some days and was disturbed by it on others, I do it myself now because it seems fitting.

I get disturbed by it because the taste is just, so, very, particular. I use it in chicken soup almost invariably. When it is cooked and softened it is not so whelming. I just spent ten minutes staring at the jar in my hand, trying to decide whether to put it in a tuna macaroni salad. In the end I decided to go with twice as much radish instead.