When I was growing up I thought that my mother was the Queen of Coleslaw.
She had a special gift for this dish. I remember that she was the one in charge of the coleslaw when our church had a Ham & Bean dinner.
She would cut the cabbage by hand in fine little slivers and had a green diner-style coffee mug that she used to measure and mix the dressing in. And even though I watched and helped almost every time she made coleslaw, I have never been able to duplicate the taste.