We eat a ton. Fried fish – my uncle has been fishing for
weeks to build up the supply. He dredges the fish in a beer batter with a pinch
of baking soda, then fries it. They know how to fry fish in Wisconsin .
There are what are called "salads," rolls, and
dessert. Desserts. Lots of desserts.
By definition, I believe a salad is a mixture of ingredients
that are not cooked after they are mixed. Technically, the dish consisting of
apples, whipped cream and sliced Snickers bars for which one finds the recipe
in almost any church cookbook, is a salad.
Ha.
There is my grandmother’s apple strudel, which is excellent.
She does not peel her apples.
There is beer. Almost everyone drinks. I don't because beer
does not taste good to me, but in Wisconsin ?
It's what for breakfast.
Primo meets my grandmother, my aunts, my uncles, my cousins,
my brother, and my sister – and they are all nice to him.
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