Ah summer, AKA dreaded season of extensive potlucks and family barbecues. You may think to yourself, "What's the big deal, you go to the store and buy a pre-sliced Pumpernickel loaf with a tub of spinach dip." WE DON'T DO THAT HERE, eh? You see, I'm originally from the southern US and raised by an era of people who would rather die than serve a guest something that wasn't made by hand. I'm pretty sure there's a law that involves tarring and feathering, and nasty whispers about your …
