I just got back from spending 10 days in Wisconsin. I grew up and went to school in Madison, but for this trip I didn’t actually spend any time in Madison. My parents bought a cottage in Wisconsin Dells, so we vacationed there.
Cottage is a bit of a misnomer, it’s actually a pretty big house. And it’s a good thing too, because for 10 days, it was me, hubby (for part of the time) my two sisters, my six nieces and nephews all under the age of eight, my parents and my brother-in-law. All in the same house. (Lucky there was also a big backyard.)
It’s been a few years since I’ve been back to Wisconsin, and what I basically spent the time doing is eating. Now that I live in Arizona, there are all these wonderful, fattening, Wisconsin dishes you just can’t get anywhere else and so of course I have to eat them. Foods like deep fried cheese curds (yes, no question they’re a heart attack waiting to happen) and turtle sundaes made with frozen custard. (Frozen custard stands never really took off outside of Wisconsin, much to the dismay of everyone who leaves the state.)
And of course there was lots of wine consumed. Lots and lots of wine. (Remember about the seven adults and six children in the same house.) However, I really didn’t gain any weight because one of my sisters brought an extra special little gift with her. The stomach flu.
It was a nasty, violent little bugger that got every single person sick. Luckily it didn’t last too long. Hubby and I were the last two to get it, and of course we got sick late Saturday night after an evening of eating and drinking. Everyone else felt sick during the day, so they stopped eating and didn’t get so violently ill. Not us. After a full day of overeating and overdrinking we spent the night in the bathroom. I can’t even remember the last time I was that sick.
So then I behaved myself for a few days after that. I guess I should be grateful, otherwise I might have eaten so much cheese and custard I would have turned into a dairy product.
But it was still fun. I enjoyed catching up with my family, playing with the nieces and nephews. A bunch of my extended family also showed up for the day, which was also nice. And as a bonus, I learned about Brett Favre’s decision to try and come back to the Packers in my home state, so got to hear what all my friends and family thought about it. (Not a pretty situation.)