Wisconsin (how’s our favorite Cheesehead, Heather, doing?)

So, yeah.  Thanksgiving snuck in there.  And we’re all still stumbling around in a bit of a tryptophan coma.  We’ve almost shaken it but there are still a few bits left to finish off both in the fridge and in the laundry.  Then it’s back in the cupboard until next year.  Thanks to all who joined us for three sold-out nights of stuffing.  And wine.  And, from what we hear, hangovers.  Who knew Pilgrims could pack such a punch?

Now.  We’re back at it this week in another neck of our woods.  The Midwest, land of the church supper if ever there was one.  Being from the Northeast, I had to adjust a bit to college in the Midwest.  When I arrived for the start of the school year, I would always moan and groan (huge surprise, that) standing in line at the grocery “why is everyone so slow here?”  Then I’d head back home for Thanksgiving and complain “why is everyone in such a rush?”  Granted it was a holiday, but that was a poor excuse for such a hurried, harried existence.  So after two weeks of prepping for turkey and dressing, and dressing and turkey, and pie and wine and more veg than any one colon should see, we take a cue from our Midwestern brethren and slow it down a notch.  We went with pure, easy comfort just right for the new chill in the air.  And if anyone wants a bit of cranberry compote, it just so happens we have some of that, too. 

Oh, and we apologize on behalf of our people for the idiocy that is Black Friday and Cyber Monday.  Of all the stupidity to cross the ocean...



Chicago Cocktail

Hoosier Hiccup

Autumn in Dubuque


Setroit Athletic Club

Pink Cadillac

The F. Scott Fitzgerald

Upper Lousiana

Uncle Bill’s

Lima Sour

Sandusky Pop

Death’s Door


Asiago Leek Mac n Cheese

Pulled Pork Mac n Cheese


Beef Spiedini

White Clam Artichoke Pizza

Lemon Parmesan Chicken

Fried Pork Sandwich


Temptation Potatoes

Broccoli Salad

Corn Pudding


St. Louis Gooey Butter Cake

Shut up Lee – devoted entirely to someone who shall remain nameless and won’t shut up about cornbread w/ ice cream.  So we went one better, made concrete (aka frozen custard) and grilled the cornbread.  To really fix his wagon, we might even serve it with jam.