In the 1960’s and ’70’s, my family vacationed at friends’ summer cottage on a small, Wisconsin lake surrounded by corn and soy bean fields and dairy farms.  After a day of water-skiing, fishing, canoeing, and swimming, the adults would announce Happy Hour, – as if we hadn’t been happy earlier.  But Happy Hour was grand for kids because at this hour out would come our favorite snacks of cheese, crackers and summer sausage. True we ate cheese and crackers back in Illinois, but the cheese and summer sausage were better at the cottage. Naturally, the cottage was in Wisconsin. Our happy-hour cheese was super-fresh, made with real cream from cows down the road, and the savory sausage was made by real Germans in the town next over.

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