This is my accompaniment of choice for the buttermilk chicken. Indeed, I have even converted fiercely committed anti-coleslawers with it. I can't remember why I call it my New Orleans Coleslaw now (I've been making it, or a version of it, for so long) but I think it has something to do with all the wonderful pecan trees I saw when I was there. Do serve a potato salad alongside if you want: you see, in the picture, some baby new potatoes doused in olive oil, salt and a little lime juice, shaken about in a mustard jar.
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