Hey there!
I want to finally introduce my peeps! We’re still not ready for another dog, and Mr. SewOldSchool and I wanted a pet (or five!) for the kids. I researched frogs, rats (I’m sorry, I just can’t!), cats (I’m super allergic!), and fish. None of those options seemed the perfect fit for our family.
After driving around our neighborhood and seeing coops popping up here and there, I researched chickens. There had to be some kind of draw.
Good morning!
Yes, I know. The name of this coleslaw. I give full credit to Mr. SewOldSchool who believes in the philosophy that if something is named aptly, anyone will be willing to try it — and thus reap the benefits of its culinary splendor.
I’ve had a love affair with coleslaw since the beginning of time. I remember back in the day when we’d be traveling cross-country in our jalopy Concorde RV with us kids, the ‘rents, and two or three Shih Tzus running loose as we drove down the Interstate. Good memories!
Inevitably, we’d break down and get to order some take-out while my dad fixed whatever was ailing Ol’ Concordia. When this would happen, my favorite spot was KFC. I know, I know. I didn’t know or care to know much about nutrition as an elementary-aged kid. I cared about what tasted good.
Little Bro liked the biscuits and the chicken.
I honestly don’t remember what Little Sis preferred.
Me, I was all about the coleslaw. KFC was putting out some really tasty ‘slaw in the ’80s!
SewOldSchool 