WHILE I was little my Dad used to throw the best backyard BBQs. From special corn around the cob with honey butter and sodium to his popular picnic salads, Father was the person who knew steps to make you smile with a Dixie paper dish full of your favorite colorful summer food. I remember sitting down on checkered picnic blankets with my cousins as we held juicy watermelon wedges and patiently waited for the others of our meal. – DELTA ENDURING TAROT