Coleslaw: (n) sliced raw cabbage mixed with mayonnaise and other vegetables
I’ve actually only seen one person ever eat three-bean salad. It appears at pot luck dinners and buffets before my eyes, but I never have the courage to spoon it out.
I do like potato salad. Not too much mustard.
Coleslaw has always been a tough one for me. Eating sweetened, raw cabbage by itself just doesn’t seem to ring my bell.
Now, if I’ve got a hamburger or a hot dog nearby, I’ll use it as a sophisticated dipping sauce. Or if I’m making a sandwich, dribbling some coleslaw on it can be delightful.
But just to sit down and consume a small bowl of coleslaw always makes me feel as if the world has ended, the bomb exploded, and this was the last bit of edible food on the planet. So after seven days of starvation, I finally decided to consume it. (Well, that’s a little dramatic.)
Some people swear by their coleslaw. I have sworn at it. (Not really, but once again, sounded clever.)
I’m sure if I sat down and listened to a promoter or an evangelist for coleslaw, they could explain to me the saving graces.
But for me, I like it best with a nice roast beef and provolone cheese sandwich, smearing the coleslaw over the top–ala mayonnaise.