I thought I’d take a break from (paper) writing for, well, (blog) writing. It seems that blogging might just become a brain break for me in the midst of my new PhD life. Either way, I felt it was important for me to share with y’all some of the many ways I was
Drinking Eating Wisconsinbly over the past four or five days, if for no other reason than this tee cracked me up, and I had to share it with the (blog) world.
Granted, y’all know me well enough by now to know that the extent of my actual drinking was limited to a few sips of wine at dinner and about half of this Lemon Berry Shandy Leinenkugel–which I really did like, but left inside while competing in an intense game of cornhole with my family and thus allowed it to get warm.
So, Jenn, and any of W.I.A.Wisconsin
badgers gawkers out there, you will forgive me for the lack of beverages documentation, and instead indulge in my overabundance of food photos.
Wisconsin, as a state, hasn’t really discovered the word vegetarian (much less vegan…with or without benefits). So, although I was able to finagle a veggie burger or twowhen we cooked out at my grandmother’s house…
…the fact that I’ve made like my redheaded Disney counterpart, taking trips under the sea, made most of my dining experiences MUCH more enjoyable.
(Especially since Papa Smart is a grillmaster.)
Despite being in the self-proclaimed dairyland of
the world America, I was able to steer my lactose-averse belly away from cheese.
However while I may be dairy-wary, I also love yogurt.
And when Chobani is on sale at the local grocery store, you take advantage.
Every single morning.*
*Fine. Sometimes I ate what I confiscated from my Grammie’s fridge, or the hotel breakfast bar.
(Which is a good idea if you look like your trip was sponsored by the aforementioned yogurt conglomerate.)
Now, if I love yogurt, I lust after my frozen lemon–or lime–ade pies, which are unquestionably dairy-infused, but made for a great lesson on easy entertaining for my seven-year-old cousin, Lily.
From love to lust to full-on obsession.
Which is how I feel about ice cream.
And a briny, vinegary, pickle-on-a-stick to help banish the bloat.
While I thought I was pretty awesome for dipping said pickle in mustard and ketchup…
And although that might not necessarily be “Drinking Wisconsin-bly,” it’s certainly drinking awesomely.