Breakfast at Wimbledon

But not for me, because I don't have cable TV. This really sucks. 

Watch it online, you suggest? Can't do it because I am not a subscriber to ESPN. 

Sounds like a great match, too. 

At least I can follow it on Twitter.

Go Roger!

WHAT? NO CURDS?

I hate to admit it (I feel kind of like a fat-so), but I was a little disappointed when my dad and I arrived at the Burnett Dairy Cooperative in Alpha, Wisconsin this afternoon and read the sign:

"Sorry...we are out of cheese curds"

The cheese curds were not the only things which brought us 2+ hours from home this afternoon, but they were a major draw. They are really good. Of course Dad couldn't help but give the workers a hard time ("This is embarrassing! How could the dairy be out of cheese curds?") He can get away with this kind of behavior, what with his big smile and cheerful blue eyes.

While Dad hassled the help, I decided on which sandwich I wanted at the bistro. "The Sportsman" was an easy choice: ham, cheddar, spinach, onions, sun dried tomatoes, and cranberry-orange spread cooked panini-style on wheat bread. Click here to see the full bistro menu (and ice cream, too!)

Dad chose "The German", the Burnett take on a traditional Reuben. After lunch we loaded up on blue cheese crumbles, string cheese, bacon cheddar, cheese spread, pizzas, popcorn, and yummy Amish cashew chocolate clusters at the store. We came prepared with ice-packs and insulated totes.

Capped off our visit to the Burnett Dairy Cooperative with a delicious twist cone. Almost made me forget about the cheese curds.

Oh, and by the way, Wisconsin Highway 87 is my favorite highway of the summer so far. Very scenic.

New Kid on the Block

Had a tasty mushroom-swiss burger and several Surly Coffee Benders last night at the brand-new Red Cow Saint Paul. It was a fun evening with Regan and Megan. The Cow is a great spot and a very nice addition to the neighborhood. 

That's Just Not Right

The Girls on Easter Sunday

A couple of weeks ago, I had the nieces and Regan over to dye Easter eggs. Before they started, Ains came over to me in the kitchen with an egg in her hand and said, "This one's for you. You love eggs, so you can eat it." I thanked her, but told her she could go ahead and dye it and then I would eat it later.

This concept truly troubled Ains as she furrowed her brow and shook her head, still holding the egg out for me to take. "Oh no, you can't eat them once we color them...that's just not right."

I explained that it was all perfectly safe and legit to eat the dyed hard boiled eggs. She just shook her head and set the egg on the counter.

After all the handling of the eggs, the garish colors, the glitter, the stickers, and the designs, those eggs did not look very appetizing.

I guess Ains was on the right track...