We moved away when I was three, but apparently the food of Marinette resonates in my being as a culinary treat. I am not sure if it is a taste I acquired in the womb or if everyone equally enjoys the no calorie left behind experience of a pat of butter on everything along with the usual grease accompaniment especially when they come deep fried or "broasted". One local delicacy is the deep fried cheese curd. Family sends us Seguin's Cheese Curd and have made pizza deliveries via airplane from Brother's Three, that is how much we love this cuisine.
Our first stop after checking into the hotel was Brother's Three Pizza. We met up with two of my aunts and had deep fried cheese curds and mushrooms. The pizza was a greasy sausage, pepperoni and mushroom.
Before the wake we met my uncle and his family at Schloegel's for Cornish Pasties and more deep fried cheese curds and mushrooms.
After the wake we took the back room at Jozwaik's Bar and Grill which is home of the Wabash and Brother's Three Pizza that tasted like I remembered it. Of course we ordered more deep fried cheese curds and mushrooms. I got to talk to my aunts and uncles, my dad's cousins, my cousins and meet Cliff's family.
The next day was the funeral and lunch was served in the basement of the church. The dessert table was almost the size of the regular buffet. We ate lightly so we could stop at Mickey Lu's for brats, cheeseburgers and malts with my cousin before heading to my aunts to watch the ASU/ Badger game. We picked up the food there and brought it back to the hotel after stopping at Seguin's Cheese for cheese curds, Limburger cheese (aka stinky cheese), Makinac Island Fudge and Door County Wines which all successfully made the trip back home. Otherwise my clothes could have been ruined by cherry and blueberry wine. My cousin bought stinky cheese but forgot to put it in the hotel fridge so it created a very unappealing odor in their room.
The evening of the funeral we went to Trade Winds with my aunts, uncles and some of my cousins. They have frog legs and a fish fry, but our group had a limited menu, so I had prime rib as it was the only thing that wasn't battered and deep fried.
We did miss out on the perch fish fry, which I remember at the Elk's Club on Friday's, but I think we did the town of Marinette justice food wise. Somehow I think it was more about being together and breaking bread with some very special people I am proud to be related to and call my family. We honored my grandma, who most of us, excluding in laws gathered around the table were there because of her life and the life she gave to us.
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