Seedless grapes are one of life’s luxuries.  Unfortunately, our little rural store-- whose stock is based around the four redneck food groups—i.e., bologna, Cheese Whiz, Doritos, and beer-- cannot oblige such exotic tastes.  Thus all evening long, we munched our grapes undecorously, spitting seeds into our palms or into the sink but still crunching down... Continue Reading →