The third post on visiting my roots comes upon the completion of a recent trip to my hometown in Wisconsin. YES, I did purchase a cheesehead hat and matching accessories as seen in the picture. However, as many last minute souvenir choices, it wouldn’t fit in my suitcase. So, my solution was like many that have purchased a sombrero in Mexico. YOU BETCHA, I wore my cheesehead hat on the plane. I might add that if you are looking to turn heads, wear a cheesehead hat. The only exception to this may be at Lambeau field for a Packer game where this is very common.
As promised, I did eat cheese curds with Wisconsin Salsa (aka ketchup) and I did share. As you can see from the picture, I expertly paired the melty, stringy cheese explosions with a local New Glarus concoction called appropriately Spotted Cow.
In typical Ms Traveling Pants style, I didn’t let the grass grow. I certainly crisscrossed the state. Fueled by cheese, brats, and beer, I witnessed truly epic vistas that made me understand why many people call this particular area, God’s country.
Click here to view my short picture montage showing Wisconsin’s beauty as seen through Ms Traveling Pants’ eyes.