Say "Cheese!"

Living in the Dairy State, we do our best to support the endeavors of farmers and such so some big ol' state like California doesn't steal our title of "America's Dairyland."

So we drink our milk daily, lick our ice cream cones as often as we can and eat cheese in every form imaginable (string to curds) -- which could explain our leading consumption of high-fiber cereal around here, too.

Deep-fried cheese curds rank right up there, but I certainly wouldn't turn my nose up at a good cheesy pizza!

Tonight after work, we had to make a run up to Wausau. Since we were in the neighborhood (generally speaking), we stopped at Papillon's for pizza. If they don't have the crown for cheesiest pizza in the state, they should. In fact, they take their cheese so seriously, they do not allow customers to order extra cheese!

When our very large order of cheese bread arrived as our appetizer, it looked like it could feed all 3 of us with no room for pizza. Hubby speculates they have a gargantuan block of mozzarella cheese and they just slice off a half inch and melt it across the top of the garlic bread.

I wouldn't doubt it. The pizza -- sausage (with mushrooms on one half for the guys) -- was much the same. I was pretty much full after two little squares!

Yikes. All in the name of supporting our state. Based on the two boxes of leftovers, it looks like we'll be continuing our civic duty the next few days, too!

Then it's on to my tasteless cardboard nuggets for breakfast, lunch, dinner...

Just until I can say "Cheese" again!