Our story starts a few weeks ago. Heather was flipping through the channels one lazy weekend afternoon while feeding Emma, when she stumbled upon a show on the Fox Sports Channel. The program was an educational infomercial, of sorts, that explained how Wisconsin cheese was made.
Ian, who can be found around most turned on television sets, was immediately transfixed by the sharp writing and vivid acting - not to mention that shot after shot of milk, cheese and other dairy products. Heather's curiosity was peaked as well, so the show remained on.
As we learned more and more about how milk from a cow becomes Wisconsin cheese, we also learned that there were essentially only 3 sponsors or advertisers for the show. Every commercial break consisted of the same three spots: one for the Wisconsin tourism board, one for some corn feed, and finally Sargento cheese.

It was the Sargento cheese spot that had the most impact on us. It their 60-seecond spot, the friendly announcer voice with the soothing Midwest accent told us about how wonderful Sargento cheese is. How the cheese Sargento markets comes from the finest local dairies in Wisconsin. And in order to remove all doubt that Sargento cheese is the finest cheese of Wisconsin - they would throw down this proclamation:
Sargento cheese is the official cheese of Lambeau Field.
Accompanying this thundering revelation, the fine people of Sargento would show us special Sargento cheese packaging with commemorative "
Official Cheese of Lambeau Field" labeling, including; shredded cheese, a crock of cheese, and finally,
a cheese shaped like a football.
A legend was born.
Shortly after the program ended, we all decided that we had to acquire a football cheese. It was our quest.
However, we knew that nobody in Illinois, let alone Chicago, would be interested in the Official Cheese of Lambeau Field commemorative football cheeses. Not as long as Brett Favre and the hated Green Bay Packers still inhabited those football grounds. If we wanted a football cheese, we would need to go to Cheese Land.
Weeks went by and the memory of the cheese football and its promise of wonderful Wisconsin dairy goodness faded a bit from our memory. Little did we know that we still had a date with football cheese shaped destiny.
Heather and I decided that we needed a weekend away from the kids. It was our last chance for some peace, quiet, and sanity before the arrival of our third child in March '04. As fate would have it, we found a wonderful bed and breakfast in quiet Racine, Wisconsin that we wanted to visit. Approximately 30 miles south of Milwaukee, Racine would be right in the heart of Cheese Land.
The night before Heather and I left, Ian asked me where his Mom and I were going. I responded, "Wisconsin." His reply? "Are you going to get a cheese football?"
"Yes, son. We will get you a football cheese," I promised him sincerely. My mission was clear. If nothing else, I would return from Wisconsin with a football cheese for my son. Apparently he still pined for the cheddar-y goodness of cheese curd pressed and formed into the shape of a football.
Heather and I waited until the last day in Racine, as we were literally leaving the fine city, to hunt down the elusive football cheese. We spotted a Piggy-Wiggly and quickly pulled into the parking lot. Bursting through the doors, we pushed our way past lumpy Wisconsinites who were lingering around the kringles, donuts, and other pastries and raced to locate the dairy section.
We had no time for danishes now! Arriving at the cheese section, I found shredded cheese, blocks of cheese, cups of cheese, but no football cheese.
Would our quest go un-rewarded!
But then we both saw it at the same time. Stacked high, like a monument to football, cheese, and everything Wisconsin holds dear, there were about a dozen football cheeses.
Glorious Day! And with coupons attached!
We snatched up 3 and made our way triumphantly to the counter. We paid for our purchases and returned to the safe confines of Illinois. Once home, and with football cheeses in tow, not only did we fulfill our son's wish to have a football cheese, but we also shared the magic of the football cheese with Heather's parents. It was a glorious time - and good tasting cheese.