Twice in my life I have been invited to large celebrations with free food only to arrive and find out that the sole vegetarian options were sesame seed buns and creamy, mayonnaise slathered, cole slaw. I hate mayonnaise. Both times, being the trooper I am, I forced the black sheep of cabbage cuisine past my gag reflexes while smiling at the hosts and complimenting them on their food.
I figured cole slaw and I would never get along. But everything changed once on a fateful Sunday when our car broke down in North Carolina. As we waited for the door-to-door car repairman to fix our transmission, I ventured into a cafeteria and ordered a Cheerwine, Brownie Chocolate and some barbecue cole slaw. I figured I’d live like the locals for a few moments. One bite into the cole slaw and I hated it just as much as its emulsified cousin. After two bites, I no longer wanted to sling the plate across the room. Five spoonfuls later, I finished that sexy cabbage and licked the plate clean.
This weekend, feeling wax nostalgic and all, I decided to try my hand at my own version. It turned out well enough for me to do it not once, but twice in two different dishes.
Southern Unfried Tofu Sandwich
The cole slaw is simply a half head of cabbage mixed with 1 tablespoon of mustard, 4 tablespoons of barbecue sauce (I used Sweet Baby Ray’s Vidalia Onion), 2 garlic cloves , 1-2 tablespoons of sugar (depending on how sweet you like it), 1/2 tablespoon of cider vinegar and salt, pepper and red pepper flakes to taste. Mix it all together and let it sit in the fridge for twenty minutes. I paired it, the first time, on a ciabatta bun with mozzarella cheese, Southern Vegan Unfried Tofu, arugala and mustard.
Corn Cakes with Barbecue Slaw
The second dish came from the Chubby Vegetarian. I made his corn cakes. Excellent, excellent dish. I think I’m all slawed out for the time being but anytime I get a hankering, this will be my go to. Now if I can only get those who promise free food to invest in this as well, there will be no more party lies from this guy.
Hundred Days wear converse. They are from Britain. They play rock music. They burn in hell (or someone they know does). Hundred Days sound a little (ok, ok a lot) more mainstream than most bands I am drawn too but there is something intriguing about the power that punctuates their songs. I can’t say they are much different than bands like Nickelback or Staind other than I could get into “Burn in Hell” and “Suicide Joe” more than I can get into “Photograph.”