About Us

We are a small-town vendor in Red Oak NC (population of 3600 give or take a few). In the 1990’s, we used to set up a food booth selling gyros, cheesesteaks, and sausage dogs at festivals. We created a sauce to go over our gyros and everyone said it was the best around.  Every year people would tell us they were waiting all year to get another gyro.  in 1999, disaster struck when Hurricane Floyd devastated the region.  The festivals came to an abrupt halt, but the beloved gyro sauce lived on. It became a staple at family and friend gatherings, where it was enjoyed as a dip for chips and veggies, as well as a topping for gyros. Over time, we experimented with the recipe, creating various flavors, but ultimately decided to launch with three, and have now branched out to 4 - Original Dippity Dip, Jalapeno, Cheesy Garlic, & Pickle Dip.

The name "Jammin' Jays Dip Mix" has a heartfelt origin. During family get-togethers, our nephew, James, would enthusiastically exclaim, "Uncle Jay, your dip is jammin! Tragically, James, who served in the Army, struggled to find peace after returning from war and took his own life on November 26, 2012. In honor of James, we named our dip mix brand after his loving and enthusiastic praise.

The logo and name of Jammin' Jays Dip Mix carries its own special story. The image was created by our daughter-in-law, Megan, who was tasked with designing something simple and unique. She drew the Jammin' Jay's man freehand, capturing the essence of the brand with a look that was both simplistic and distinctive. We immediately fell in love with the logo, which has since become a symbol of our journey and the memories we hold dear. The packaging soon after changed from original dip mix to Dippity dip in honor of our father, Alton, who lovingly called it the Dippity dip.

Jammin' Jays Dip Mix is more than just a product. It is a testament to resilience, family bonds, and the enduring power of love and creativity. Each pack of dip mix carries with it the legacy of a small-town vendor, a family tradition, and the memory of a beloved nephew, and father whose spirits lives on through the flavors