Embrace your inner cheese curd
It's always fun when the big city newspapers visit fly-over country to tell the rest of the world about our pagan rituals.
I remember the New York Times doing an incredible feature on Sheboygan and bratwurst years ago, an affectionate take on my hometown's namesake written with love and more than a little admiration. The true test of such a story is when a someone who lives in the city being written about actually learns something new he/she didn't know.
So it was with the brat story for me, and that's the case with this morning's Wall Street Journal feature on Ellsworth, Wisconsin and its celebration of...the cheese curd.
Burlington has chocolate. Port Washington does fish. Virtually every Wisconsin community pairs a food group with a summer weekend and calls it a "fest". It's who we are. It's what we do. It's a reason to party for those couple of two or three months when you can safely go outdoors without dressing in layers.
I didn't know of Ellsworth and the curd. And, even better, the WSJ story does what very few lifelong Wisconsinites can successfully do: tell what a cheese curd really is.
It's easy to get one's hackles up when the big city newspaper types come sniffin' around these parts to do a story. You wonder if they'll do us right. You wonder if they're laughing with us, or at us.
I felt really, really good about who we are after reading this feature. And really, really hungry for a bag of curds.