Last week Teddy and I made our annual pilgrimage to the Memorial Union Terrace in Madison, Wisconsin – not strictly annual because we missed last year – for brats and ice cream. Double-dipped it since we were one year remiss.
I had the pleasure of peeling Teddy’s brat. Huh?! A first for me, even after a coon’s age of cooking. He claimed it tasted like wine (!) and I was not about to deep six it. Nope, not a perfectly good Wisconsin bratwurst, cooked outdoors and served in a paper boat. I braved the heavy coating of ketchup and stripped that sausage clean. Ack. He ate it. I did not watch. Grandma was kind enough not to comment as I can only imagine her horror. Bad enough that her grandchild was permitted to squirt sweet red stuff abundantly over bun and brat. Insult to injury, any shred of brat dignity was peeled away and plopped in the rubbish. Poor ugly sausage, it did not taste like wine.
For a couple more pictures and a link to a Terrace site click here.
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Mmm, that hot dog looks so good! I went to a place that had similar ones. They had storm doors instead of regular ones. It was in Edmonton, I think. Anyway, delicious hot dogs!