
Cheese Curds and Snow Plows
Several years ago while entertaining some of my wife’s relatives, I was put into a bit of an awkward situation. Seeing how she was born in Wisconsin and her relatives still live up there that meant I was basically surrounded by Yankees. During their visit, I took the one male Yankee (her uncle) under my wing and did what I thought was a great job of southern hospitality. He was an outdoor guy and was