Of course, it could just be because there’s no accounting for taste.
I mean, I despise coleslaw too, but practically everyone else I’ve ever known seems to like the stuff.
On the upside, that means at pig-pickings and the like, there’s never any coleslaw but always at least a little barbecue left over for me to take home at the end of the evening.
Of course, it could just be because there’s no accounting for taste.
I mean, I despise coleslaw too, but practically everyone else I’ve ever known seems to like the stuff.
On the upside, that means at pig-pickings and the like, there’s never any coleslaw but always at least a little barbecue left over for me to take home at the end of the evening.
You and I can band together as the Coleslaw Abstention League.