Nov 15, 2008
Early, With Beer and/or Slaw
Last night I accidentally showed up two hours early for a party. The host's home was dark but their next door neighbors were hanging out in their own garage, drinking beer and brewing more, and they invited me to hang with them.
All was well except for the surliness of one of their other guests. After he made few comments that I couldn't quite tag as racist, rude, or stupid ("shouldn't you be out delivering egg rolls or something?"), he finally told me what was up. It turns out that he had misheard the introductions and had confused himself into thinking I was a Chinese food deliveryman who was overstaying his welcome.* After all was sorted out, we were new best friends and we enjoyed the hell out of drinking our host's very hoppy and still green beer ("There's $60 of hops in that five gallon keg") and some exceptional Kentucky bourbon. Eventually, the correct party started next door and I had a fine time there, as well.
Tonight I drove to Raleigh for the pre-Thanksgiving potluck that my friends Pat and Tim hold every year. It turns out that I was a week early, but they were home and we had a fine dinner. I brought coleslaw. Here's the rough recipe:
1/2 head red cabbage
1/2 head green cabbage
1 medium turnip
2/3 cup vinegar
1/2 cup sugar
2 tbs. mayo
After just a few tries, I haven't yet come to a recipe I like each time (shout out to Dave and Lo for their much better versions), but I'll get there. Above photo from the first batch I made in Texas. Keeping an eye on things in Bailey, my cousins' sweet dog.
UPDATE, 10 Feb 09: I just did a new cole slaw that I like much better than above:
1 small head cabbage (size of a bigger-than-normal grapefruit)
1/3 cup blend of white vinegar, cider vinegar, and raspberry vinegar
1/4 cup sugar
2 tbs. mayo
1 medium red onion
4 cloves garlic, finely minced
MUCH better than the earlier recipe
*Mitigating circumstances: I showed up with a plastic bag full of food, not sure of the street address, and asking, "I'm looking for a party hosted by Megan and Christine". By coincidence, two of the women at this wrong house were also named Megan and Christine. Etc. etc.
Hilarious oddities, Phil! A few years ago, I misread the date on a New Year's party invite from a colleague (it wasn't on the actual eve) and showed up a week early for his party. No one was home and instead of quietly returning to my home, I called him to see what was going on . . . and reached him on his cell, out with his wife and some friends. He was kind enough not to publicly ridicule me, though we had a good laugh about it privately!
Posted by: Lisa | Nov 16, 2008 2:39:01 AM