The Wisconsin Candy Dish

Do you know the way to Tampa Bay? (okay, St. Petersburg, but that's harder to sing) Yeah, uh, we knew the Sox would win the tie-breaker...

Cruella , I mean Roscoe, two part question: Whatever happened to that Divine Chocolate post, I heard the entire box of chocolate was consum...

You hear nothing in the next room. I hear everything in the next room. You smell nothing in the next room. I smell ice cream sundaes in the...

This dog day afternoon brought to you by Fox's Glacier Mints , the last candy in the bag. Your hard mint is the orange Popsicle of the ...

Gesundheit . Danie (Cujo's mom) brought two packs of Morinaga Hi-Chews back from Hawaii months ago and I've been rat holing them e...

Empty the trash . What's that guy in lederhosen doing at a seafood place. That's way too much information. You whiteboard all that s...

The Taste of Madison is a great excuse to indulge yourself until you pass out from one thing or another. The asshole quotient is low and th...

Jan over at the Prytz Family says today is National Dog Day. Who am I to argue, and shouldn't every day be? Let's Ask Roscoe what ...

From Long Ago I went to Catholic school , so unless Sherman and Peabody used the Wayback Machine to meet James Garfield, I wouldn't ha...

And speaking of Irish Fest (doesn't this banjo player from Monto look like Hugh Laurie?) I bought a bunch of candy at one of the shops...

Irish Fest, Festa, and a bit of Yankee bashing got me thinking: Do we feel like Irishmen or Italians, Cheeseheads or plain ol' Amerik...