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.