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Mosquitos
There is a word in mosquitos that those little buzzers do not understand. They just do not quit. By the time the Fourth of July was over, I thought I had measles instead of bouts with a flying fortress that would not be denied.
It is said there is something good in everything. Even a mosquito? They do make a good dinner or lunch for some other irritating insect.
And they increase sales for netting, screen houses, tents, citronella candles, and bug spray.
In the thick of it, there was even a walker who walks daily. She had a hat with netting that went over her head and face. What a great invention. I loved it.
There were beautiful and booming fireworks on many shores of the lake. The mosquitos were so bad you could not sit on the pier. So you might say they brought families together to get out on the lake.
There must have been a hundred or more boats out there, making a beautiful sight with their lights reflecting on the water, enjoying the show and avoiding the critters. Most of them, anyway.
It’s not a well-kept secret, but I am not crazy about grilling out. The Fourth was warm, muggy and mosquito-ee I did not have to feel guilty standing outside flipping burgers with one hand and swatting with the other. I had a reason to cook and eat in the air-conditioning.
Because I am grill-challenged, my daughter gave me a George Foreman Grill. It can be used indoor or outdoor. I brought it in the kitchen. What an invention. What I needed was right there instead of running back and forth. And no, it did not smoke up the kitchen.
From the floods and standing water to no wake on the lake, no swimming on the lakes with algae, cloudy and rain every day, we finally got a grrreat week-end.
I hope we don’t have complaints about the non-Wisconsin license plates dotting the roads. I was a flat-land week-ender for four decades. Now I am a cheese-head. My love for the lake did not change when my license plates did.
The difference is now on Sunday night I don’t have to leave for home. I am home. I can put on my cheese-head hat, walk down to the lake with my beverage of choice, and listen to the
quiet- sometimes the best sound in the world. (Except for the buzz in my ears from those darn mosquitos that never quit.)
My Minnesota family could not make it, but Tracy and two of her three dogs came for a few days.
Besides herself and the pups, she brought and made a new recipe she got from her friend, Sharon, who got it from a restaurant where she used to work. She said the owners would not give it to her, but she got it anyway. She said if I put it in my column the owners might put a contract out on me. (Some people guard their recipes with a passion.).
Sometimes you have to live dangerously. So here is the recipe.
Cucumber dip from an unknown restaurant in Illinois via Sharon
you will need:
one 16 ounce sour cream
equal Hellman’s Mayo
one package dry Ranch dip
12-16 inches of cucumber, peeled and scooped out
white and black pepper to taste
mix sour cream, mayo, Ranch dip, and pepper
put cucumber in food processor or blender until mushy and blended
drain cucumber on paper towel
mix with rest of ingredients
good on crackers, chips, sandwiches, veggies, and salads
Enjoy.