A far greater alternative to coleslaw in my opinion and a great way to use up the knobbly, bobbly celeriac in winter.
Of all the finest delicacies in France, this is still one of my favourite things that France has to offer for sentimental reasons. It is possible to pick up a tub of celeriac remoulade in any French supermarket – as common as seeing stacks of baguettes as you enter. For me celeriac remoulade symbolises picnics, hikes, bike rides, camping trips, and impromptu roadside snacks. A tub of celeriac remoulade, a freshly baked tradition and an Orangina (or more likely, a bottle of Côtes du Rhône) is my go-to picnic lunch and a real highlight of living in France for me