About Us

Hopefully, ya’ll know all about our DayYum sauce by now. But you might find yourself wantin’ to know a little bit more about this DayYum company. Dat’s good. You came to the right place. This is a DayYum about page, and as luck would have it, I am the official DayYum spokesperson. Before we get started, I want to make sure you’ve already bought some DayYum sauce, though. If you don’t have any sauce than this DayYum story might not make as much sense. Plus, you might get hungry while you read about us. You’re gonna want some DayYum sauce handy for that. Don’t worry, I’ll be right here until you get back from buying some DayYum sauce.

Now as the story goes, the founder of this DayYum company was a man named Todd McDonald. Old McDonald had a farm down in Lugoff, SC, and on his farm he had a pig. Well, not just a pig but a whole buncha pigs. Pigs everywhere. Here a pig, there a pig, I mean erywhere a pig pig. (Sorry about the double-word typo. DayYum autocorrect! I probably shouldn’t have typed this on my DayYum cell phone, but it’s company issued, so I figured I should use it.)

Anyway, because old Todd McDonald had so many pigs, he decided to eat one.

As erybody knows, when you eat a pig you got to have some sauce. Old McDonald also had his own sauce makin’ workshop down on his farm. He mixed, stirred, and tasted until he came up with a sauce so good his taste buds hopped up off his tongue, ran back to his vocal cords, and slapped them cords until out of his mouth came the words, “Dat’s Good!”

That sauce was so good, old McDonald just couldn’t stop making it. He filled up ery bottle he could find until he had sauce erywhere on that farm! Here a sauce, there a sauce, erywhere a sauce sauce. (I do apologize, I tried to put one of dem emojis right there and the DayYum autocorrect just repeated my word again. The emoji was of a smiley face rubbin its belly after eating some DayYum ribs.)

As you might expect, a sauce maker like old McDonald had a lot of friends. With a friend here, a friend there, everywhere a friend friend (I need to report this phone to the DayYum IT department, the autocorrect is getting out of hand), he ended up sharing that sauce with all them friends.

Old McDonald’s friends were puttin’ that sauce on erythang. It didn’t matter what kind of food it was, what time of day it was, or even what kind of weather they was in. His friends called him up and said things like “Hot DayYum ribs are delicious!” or “It’ll be a cold day in Helen, Georgia when I run out of DayYum sauce in my household.” Since Helen, Georgia is in the mountains, a cold day was coming up right quick, so old McDonald shipped his friend a bottle of sauce that very night. And that’s when old Todd McDonald got the idea to make his sauce available to erybody out there, so they could eat it on erythang just like his friends liked to do.

So now you know the story of how this DayYum sauce and this DayYum company came into existing. If all that story sounds hard to believe, ya’ll just going to have to take my word for it. I am the DayYum spokesperson, after all.

Down below, you’ll see some bona fide early photographic evidence of old McDonald with some of his sauce and Mrs. McDonald by his side. Around here, we like to say old McDonald outkicked his coverage when he got Mrs. McDonald to say, “I do.” She must have been out of her DayYum mind for a spell.