As I was driving through Wisconsin it was decided that the local cheese must be tried. So at one point I woke up from a nap to see a bizarre little main street in all sorts of weird and tacky colors, half the business titles in some language I didnât recognize. âWhere the hell are we?!â I felt like I woke up in a parallel universe. As it turns out I was in Little Norway in its own way. The staff at the grocery store⌠were speaking Norse⌠and they didnât have any cheese specifically labeled Wisconsin so I left. Somewhere down the road I found a place, a little cheese shop/gift store. There I was allowed to try every cheese imaginable. I picked favorites, including a 13 year old cheese that was amazing. Their Gruyere cheddar mix was really really goodâŚÂ I left with a block of chipotle cheese. I donât like the feeling of my mouth and throat shooting flames but others do and it’s a nice thing to share. This cheese I thought would be OK because it was nice and creamy. I was wrong⌠instead of eating it in a sandwich I sat in the car taking one bite of cheese and then one bite of bread to calm down my angry mouth. It was kind of funny. I also ate some frozen custard. I also came out of that place with the cutest damn magnet â a mouse eating its way through cheese and I had to restrain myself so I wouldnât buy a rack full of postcards displaying cute cow photos. I love cows⌠but I canât say anyone back home would be impressed to see I was in Wisconsin.. I mean Wisconsin… Really?
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