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!
Grief is a funny thing. It’s been a month since we lost Pop, and I’m finally starting to feel my groove coming back. I expected to cry, to be upset. And then I expected to kind of ease myself over it in a generally swift fashion. I figured I’d be back to blogging and sewing, and just back to normal pretty quickly. I just haven’t been in the mood for all of that.
Still, every night, when I get my dish rag out to clean my kitchen counters, I have the urge to call him and talk while I tidy up. Routine, routine. It’s hard to get used to.
But I’m working on new outlets, new routines, new normals; and it really is getting easier.
Oh, my goodness! Not only do I hope (and pray) that Spring is real, but I really, really – we really, really need it to appear! Thanks to my good friend Zhong Gan Ling (disclaimer: I don’t use this brand; I get whatever my acupuncturist carries), cupping, along with some other natural/dietary helpers, we are finally nearing the end of acute bronchitis and sinus infections.
First it was A.W. with a couple scary asthma-like attacks, and then it went right down the line. A.S. got it; I got it; and, finally, Matt is the last of us to get it, too. I am sick of being sick and the worry that goes along with nursing the family back to health! Spring!? I need you!
Good, early, early Thursday morning!
I can feel the air changing and sense that the cool fall air is here to stay.
Besides the breathing challenges I face w/ asthma during seasonal changes, I really like the fall. Wherever we go, the kids are stomping and sliding and ice skating through the leaves. The gray skies remind me of Oregon a little. But the thing I miss most about this summer leaving us is our first great year w/ the garden. We were really successful and the kids and I had so, so, so much fun tending to our plant babies every day!