My B-side

For the Love...of Coleslaw

Coleslaw is a wondrous thing. I won’t deny that. Some creative mind (through divine inspiration I’m sure) transformed cabbage and mayo into a fine fettle American classic… I filled my face with this IGA deli delight. Shoveling in as much as I could consume. It was amazing how incredibly scrumptiouliscious my eating experience was. Unfortunately, I had to swallow. And once I did, the most horrible after taste overcame me. It was unbearable, I ran for water…for breath mints, and then eventually for Juiceifuls. It was after my fourth or fifth Wintogreen Cert when I had my greatest epiphany in the history of Melissa-Gerth-Light-Bulb moments. Coleslaw is like love. When you are eating it all up, it’s GREAT, heavenly, a blessing disguised in mayo. But that after taste…the bitter after taste; it sends you running for Water, Certs, and even Juciefuls. And it leaves such an impression, that you vow never to take another bite of coleslaw again. The problem is the place of purchase. IGA is hometown proud of their coleslaw. But then you shouldn’t expect much from my hometown. So where has all the good coleslaw gone? It’s at KFC.

posted by Melissa at 02:24