I was having a glass of a wine with a friend last night who is in the country on a flying visit to organise her wedding. It is going to be at the ancestral home in the provinces.
'How are you going with the catering?' I asked, 'are you going to be able to do it locally?'
'Hmmmmm,' she said,'I asked the "best" cafe in town if they could prepare me a sample menu, which they did.'
'Oh yeah?'
'They even included their signature dish.'
'And?'
She took a sip of her wine and paused.
'Coleslaw with pineapple and marshmallows.'
Every once and a while I am reminded just how outstanding this country is, and last night was one of those times.
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Would any self respecting four year old eat coleslaw though?
God. Mayonnaise and marshmallow.
Blurg!
That did cross my mind when I was writing that, Jo!
Can you imagine what it would look like?
PINK.
Ack.
I can tell you for a fact, my 4 year old would not touch coleslaw or pineapple with a ten foot pole, mixed with Mayo or plain, and marshmallows notwithstanding.
That just sounds hideous. Does anyone really eat that?
Now, perhaps if your friend was planning a Polynesian theme wedding....
Apparently they do Janie !
I just gagged a lil bit. That's vile!
Yuh huh!
Ancestral home in the Provinces? Is she the daughter of a Chieftan?
Heh, kind of. I think he'd take the label and run with it.
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