L is for LINGONBERRY

Who could rant about LINGONBERRIES?  Not even MILLERVENTS could do such a thing.  Or could he?
Every Mother's Day since we moved back to Wisconsin in 1991, my wife and I have taken our kids up to the famous Door County to spend time enjoying our annual routine. A typical agenda went like this:

• Get a late start
• Drive like mad to make up for lost time
• Arrive at Sunset Park in Sturgeon Bay 
• Eat our cold cuts and stuff picnic in a rush because we're all STARVING by now
• Jump in the car quick and drive like mad to Fish Creek before the $37.00 per pound candy store closes at 3!
• Spend all the extra money we have on candy because everyone (read: Mom) keeps filling her their bags.
• Flee to the car and drive like mad to the farthest point of the peninsula to skip stones into the lake
• Freeze.  Or wear Mom's coat.  She loves to be cold and never feels what the rest of us I feel.
• Rush back down the highway (like mad of course) to Al Johnson's Swedish Restaurant in Sister Bay for our annual Swedish dinner; baked chicken and mashed potatoes, cause by now we are all starving again!
• While waiting for Al to kill and pluck a chicken (each) we sit and fill our maws with hard rock crackers covered with LINGONBERRY jam
• Eat a few loaves of Swedish Limpa bread covered with LINGONBERRY jam
• Take authentic Swedish baked chicken and Swedishly mashed potatoes in doggy bags cause we are all too full to eat dinner
• At checkout, buy more Swedish candy (made in Pittsburgh) and jars of LINGONBERRY jam to put on the potatoes tomorrow
• Now its 9 PM and we are 3 hours from home and I have to work tomorrow so...
• Drive like REALLY mad before I fall asleep at the wheel!

Like I said.  Who could rant about LINGONBERRIES?

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