Mustard is my favorite condiment. Bill and I had lunch at Red Robin yesterday, where he watched me smear my burger with mustard. He told me that’s as bad as putting ketchup on a hot dog, which I would never do.
Grandpa always spread his bread with mustard, so I learned about mustard at an early age. But then, I always loved Miracle Whip spread on white bread for an after school snack too…
Speaking of Red Robin ~ have you been there lately and noticed a $1.99 charge on your bill for Entertainment Tax? Seriously now!
Anyway, if you like mustard, here’s your slaw ~ that’s the secret ingredient with this fantastic slaw.
Mellow yellow mustard gives the slaw just enough bite; without overpowering the slaw, like a pungent spicy hot mustard.
Adding the combination of mayo, a little sugar, half-and-half, celery seed, and a splash of vinegar makes the dressing creamy, sweet and tangy, having a very balanced flavor.
Purchase a bag of shredded cabbage mixture to eliminate your doing the doing the shredding and/or to save time.
This slaw is perfect with burgers, fish sandwiches or on pulled pork sandwiches.
You will be hooked from the first bite, and hopefully your mustard naysayers will too!
This is pretty tasty slaw!
5 cups white cabbage, shredded
1 cup red cabbage, shredded
1 carrot, shredded
1 small onion, finely chopped
½ cup half-and-half
3 tablespoons yellow mustard
3 tablespoons cider vinegar
2 tablespoons mayonnaise
1 clove garlic
1 teaspoon celery seed
1 teaspoon kosher salt
Mix vegetables in a large bowl.
Blend everything else in the blender or whisk well.
Pour over cabbage and toss.
Makes 6 cups
We went for Sunday rides in the Model-T when my grandmother didn't visit. My parents liked the orange groves, miles and miles of orange trees always either in blossom or full of oranges. My parents had a picnic basket and a metal chest. In the metal chest were frozen cans of fruit on dry ice, and in the picnic basket were weenie and liverwurst and salami sandwiches, potato chips, bananas and soda-pop. The soda-pop was shifted continually back and forth between the metal box and the picnic basket. It froze quickly, and then had to be thawed.
~ Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye