Serious Salad: Kosher Coleslaw

[ Flickr: Le Grande Farmer's Market ] When my Irish Catholic great-grandmother and my Jewish great-grandfather married, it was quiet a scandal. Thankfully, a great deal has changed since then, but it’s hard not to be nostalgic for some things that have been lost. My great-grandmother wouldn’t have understood what the word “sustainability” meant but she lived an almost entirely land-to-table lifestyle. She rented some of the rooms of the house to make some extra money: her backyard hens laid eggs for the breakfasts of the borders. When my great-grandmother killed a chicken, its carcass had many lives—stock, meat, scrambled livers, salads. Nothing was wasted. A single smokehouse hog lasted the winter (bits of pork were used for flavoring, little else). I don’t think my great-grandfather ever ate the pork but he loved his wife’s chicken soup. My great-grandmother got her milk in glass containers left by the milkman, who made his rounds in a horse-drawn wagon. She left the bottles outside when they were empty, where they would be refilled with more milk the next day: …
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