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HELEN'S TABLE BLOG
Helen in the “table experience.”
Tailgating for me goes back to my very early childhood and had nothing to do with food or football! It did have to do with having older brothers that played Little League Baseball and a dad who was the umpire dressed in all black from his head to his toes. After every game there was always a celebration (no matter the score). This celebration took place at the end of my dad's pickup truck on the actual "tailgate"! Glass bottles of Pepsi Cola bobbed up and down in an old metal ice chest filled with melting chunks of ice.