I almost had to move to Wisconsin once. It seems in my travels I tend to stick to coasts, East or West. I never thought I would ever visit Wisconsin, let alone live there. But my husband and I were flown there and whisked around a metropolitan area that was to be our potential home. In between interviews we were shuffled around various people to show us the best of what the area had to offer. We were shown houses by a realtor, taken out to the local bar scene with a couple remarkably similar to us and taken to fancy dinners. But where was the cheese? No one pushed the amazing cheese as a selling point for the area. B and I had to track down cheese curds on our own to try, and browsed the local cheeses in the dairy section of the Piggly Wiggly (a real life chain, by the way, I didn’t believe it until I was actually in one. I always thought it was just a slang name for another chain).