Apparently none of you people ever make your own chicken stock ... but hold back the leaves for the eventual soup itself.

Inexpensive texture addition to tuna and chicken salad. If you don't feel like peeling it, don't cut perpendicular to the stalk, instead make alternating diagonals ... cuts down on strings quite a bit.

And yes it can go into dressing ... a cornmeal dressing w/ sausage and fennel etc.

And just to make Reason's teeth itch ... muddle some sugar, lemon juice, and chopped celery in a cocktail shaker and Michael-J-Fox it for a minute or so. Now fill the shaker with some ice, some gin, and give it another half minute shake (like RFDC in the men's room). Strain it into a rocks glass w/ ice and a lemon twist for a garnish.

I have MANY years of experience in trying to appreciate steaming piles of dogshit.

Celery, dipped in blue cheese dressing, is a must for buffalo wings.

The crisis consists precisely in the fact that the old is dying and the new cannot be born; in this interregnum a great variety of morbid symptoms appear.

Celery doesn't improve chicken stock, chicken salad, or chicken shit.

Your description of the celery-infused cocktail turns my stomach.

I have MANY years of experience in trying to appreciate steaming piles of dogshit.

I think it would improve chicken shit.

You went too far to make a point.

The crisis consists precisely in the fact that the old is dying and the new cannot be born; in this interregnum a great variety of morbid symptoms appear.

I would think a guy who likes celery would already know for sure about this!

Well, I grew up on a farm with chicken coop houses and I've never tried chicken shit. Never occurred to me.

So I will defer to you.

The crisis consists precisely in the fact that the old is dying and the new cannot be born; in this interregnum a great variety of morbid symptoms appear.

I picture you nibbling on a celery stick as you were typing that. I don't want to know what it was dipped in.

Pig shit, man.

You haven't lived until your alarm clock as a kid was a non-A/C farmhouse with your open bedroom window next to your neighbor's pig farm. That smell will wake your shit up to go to school....to go anywhere.

And it was a good mile away but, unfortunately, to the west of us. And it was my Dad's cousin so I couldn't complain too much.

The stench was strong with that one.

The victims are the American People and the Republic itself.

Pig shit, man.

You haven't lived until your alarm clock as a kid was a non-A/C farmhouse with your open bedroom window next to your neighbor's pig farm. That smell will wake your shit up to go to school....to go anywhere.

And it was a good mile away but, unfortunately, to the west of us. And it was my Dad's cousin so I couldn't complain too much.

The stench was strong with that one.

We can't say patriot any more?

What happened there?

The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

We can't say patriot any more?

What happened there?

I have MANY years of experience in trying to appreciate steaming piles of dogshit.

I always chuckled when I was at UofI and the Chicago kids would patriot about the smell from the South Farms.

I mean, you could smell it, but that's nothin'.

We can't say patriot any more?

What happened there?

One time cleaning out a holding area I dumped about 50 gallons of slurry into my lap. Got a mouthful. Doesn’t taste as bad as you’d think.

One time cleaning out a holding area I dumped about 50 gallons of slurry into my lap. Got a mouthful. Doesn’t taste as bad as you’d think.

One time cleaning out a holding area I dumped about 50 gallons of slurry into my lap. Got a mouthful. Doesn’t taste as bad as you’d think.

I approve of celery in my Bloody Mary.

I also approve of Dennis Celery.

We lose a lot of rights when we look the other way when it doesn't affect our lives or it isn't a cause we agree with.