Cover Me with Toe Jam and Love Me Like a Cast Iron Skillet

Published: Thursday, July 24, 2014 at 12:04 PM.

What in the world has this fellow been drinking?  Nothing other than the leftover juice from my watermelon rind pickles.  It is good for what ails you.

My daughter is spending the summer in Nashville, Tennessee doing an internship and enjoying life - it seems to her daddy.  She sends us pictures from shoe shopping; I understand this.  She also made it to the Wildhorse Saloon’s 20th Anniversary Celebration, taking advantage of tickets from a friend of a friend.

She also hits the Nashville Farmers Market every chance she gets.

I’m proud of her.  Good grades, good country music and she sends me pictures of “Toe Jam.”

Toe Jam?

Yes, it seems that some of the vendors there at the Nashville Farmers Market are pushing these fine canned goods from a family in the rolling hills of Kentucky and Tennessee.

But Toe Jam?

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