If you’ve ever been curious about worm composting, then head on over my local NPR’s food blog WFAEats where you can check out an article I recently wrote on just such a topic.
Ok, who’s ready for football? I know I am. Having grown up in Wisconsin for the first 21 years of my life, I am a die hard cheesehead through and through. It’s kind of hard not to be when you live in a state like Wisconsin. I still remember the Christmas Eve when my dad packed my brother and me up in the eggmobile (our pet name for my dad’s 80’s wood-paneled station wagon; gotta love it) and drove us up to Green Bay. The Packers were playing the Steelers (coincidence perhaps?) and my dad decided we would scalp a few tickets and catch the game. We were colder than a hairless poodle after a polar bear dive into Lake Michigan on a January morning, but we persevered for the good of the team. Dad finally scraped up three tickets and in we went. Here’s how that game ended:
And in case you’re wondering just what a polar dive is, you can check out this link to a you tube video chronicling this year’s craziness. I’ll stick with my hat and scarf thank you very much.
Let me tell you, cold or not, there is just something so surreal about watching the Packers play at Lambeau Field. The din of the crowd, the music, the orange hunting jumpsuits, the fan next to me with a cheese head sporting a Xmas tree decorated with crushed Pabst Blue Ribbon beer cans . It’s so electrifying you hardly even remember that you can’t feel your hands and feet anymore. As an adult, I’ll admit, that I can be a little fair weather on years when we aren’t heading to the big game (I’m much more of a college ball fan than pro most days), but I’ll almost always sneak a peak at the scores, catch a game or two during the season, and when they need it, support them like the true Wisconsin cheesehead that I am.
Which brings me to my next point. In case you hadn’t heard yet (HA) the Packers are going to the superbowl. Which means, this year I’ll be celebrating both the commercials AND the game. And you can’t truly support your team through four quarters of Superbowl madness unless you have a whole lotta beer and a whole lotta good eats. These little guys pack a mighty sized punch into a bite sized portion. Let’s just say I made 12 of them for the two of us while we watched the playoff game and they were gone before the first quarter ended. Yea they’re that good.