Mountain Slaw & the West Virginia Way

A little cabbage, a lotta character

A few years back, we had a cookout in our little fishing community. One of those good Southern gatherings where the men stand around a smoking grill holding Styrofoam cups, the kids run wild with ketchup on their shirts, and the women pretend not to be competitive about who made the best dessert (even though everyone knows I ran out of time and brought store bought pound cake again).

Anyway, we were doing barbecue that year, and while the ribs were falling off the bone and the pulled pork was piled high, something else stole the show. A little unassuming side dish in a big red bowl. It was slaw. But not just any slaw.

It was Greg's Mountain Slaw.