Back a long time ago I ended up in meetings with Mount Olive. There I met one of the plant managers in North Carolina. He gave me a tour of the pickle plant. Of course between the sound of the equipment, his gnarly thick southern accent, and the giant wad of chew in his mouth, I have no fucking clue what he said.

Oh and don’t eat the relish. Seriously just don’t. The things I saw that went into the relish…