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The Moo-Day Blues

In about an hour, I'm headed for the Moo-Day Brunch. It's a third-Saturday-in-June tradition in Columbia County, to celebrate Wisconsin's status as America's Dairyland. (I know, I know. California produces more milk than Wisconsin. But Wisconsin produces more cheese. So there!)
It's held on a dairy farm, but it's the Moo-Day Brunch, and not Breakfast on the Farm as in most other Wisconsin counties, because there isn't a scrambled egg, pancake or sausage anywhere on the menu. The entrees are pizza and grilled cheese sandwiches. The side dishes are yogurt and cubes of cheese. The dessert is ice cream. And God help you if you're lactose-intolerant.
As usual, I will pay my $7 for a meal. But I won't eat everything offered. No grilled cheese! I used to love grilled cheese sandwiches, but now I can't tolerate even the thought of butter-fried white bread. Yogurt, yes, and maybe a couple cubes of cheese, which I figure to be at least 50 calories a cube. And maybe a thin, thin slice of cheese pizza. But no ice cream. I love Sassy Cow ice cream, but at almost 200 calories a scoop, I think I'll pass.
Badgerland dairy farmers: I love you dearly, I love Holstein cows (though I'm more partial to Jerseys and Brown Swiss) and I love dairy products. But in all honesty, the consumption of mass quantities of dairy contributes at least as much to Wisconsin's high obesity rate as mass consumption of beer and bratwursts.
I won't give up milk products, especially not cheese. But attaining and maintaining a healthy BMI requires being selective and moderate in my consumption of dairy. For example:

  • I enjoy a carton of 80-calorie Dannon Greek yogurt on most days.
  • I'll put one thin-sliced, 40-calorie piece of cheese (cheddar or pepper jack) on my morning Egg Beaters omelet.
  • Low-fat spreadable cream cheese is a good substitute for butter on a 100-calorie high-fiber English muffin, or on a Nutrigrain waffle.
  • Weight Watchers makes some tasty ice cream pops in dark chocolate-mint and English toffee flavors, which are low-calorie mainly because the portions are sensible.
  • A half-cup of low-fat cottage cheese (that's an ice-cream scoop full) with a little reduced-salt seasoned salt, makes for a tasty side dish at supper.

In the interest of my health, I've already eaten breakfast -- a waffle with reduced-fat cream cheese, sugar-free strawberry jam, sugar-free syrup and a small V-8 juice on the side. I've learned, the hard way, I must eat before I work, or work out.
There's a heat warning, so I'm bringing along a water bottle. (Yes, I'll buy water from the 4-H kids, too.)
And, with all the walking I expect I'll do (my editor wants a photo gallery, and I know from past Moo-Days I'll get a good one), I expect to work off my moderate, mindful intake of Wisconsin's delicious dairy products.
See you on the farm!

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