I was supposed to fly back on Monday. But a mechanical failure followed by the freak "blizzard" you've probably heard about, and our family found itself stuck in Lookout Mountain, Georgia for a couple days longer than we would've preferred. One of the side effects of our sojourn was an opportunity to try out the local 'cue.
As you'd expect, it's pork. For that reason, it will never be superior to even the most half-assed brisket. But at the Purple Daisy Picnic Cafe, they have this slaw. Man, this slaw. Fine chopped greenery and an excess of mayo keeps things hanging together more like potato salad than your usual pile of wet cabbage, and then there's the cayenne. Tons of it. Makes your lips burn. That slaw on a bun with pulled pork and a sweet, tangy sauce, and suddenly a third trip to the airport doesn't seem quite so much like cleaning out the Augean Stables.
