People - situation critical. Grazing tables are dying. They are being suffocated by excess jatz crackers and prosciutto crammed into every. single. inch. of the tablescape. They flood our news feed, they’ve lulled us into un-wowable coma. They keep turning up at our events like that awkward ex we try to avoid and yet, we resign ourselves to slipping back into bad habits, engaging for old times sake. Munching on yet another wafer laden with Woolies three olives dip. And what’s with orange ring covered hams? Come on. It doesn’t have to be this way.