When I was little my Dad used to throw the ultimate backyard BBQs. From nice corn over the cob with honey butter and sodium to his famous picnic salads, Father was the man who knew steps to make you smile with a Dixie paper plate full of your favorite colorful summer meals. I remember sitting on checkered picnic blankets with my cousins once we held juicy watermelon wedges and patiently waited for the others of our food. – DELTA ENDURING TAROT