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Aug 5, 201411:57 AMBlaska's Bring It!

with David Blaska

Sweet corn and beer went down good on a summer Sunday in Hubbleton, Wis.

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This is what it means to be Wisconsin on a Sunday afternoon in August: sweet corn picked fresh, steamed and dripping with butter; beer and brats at a small-town festival.

They don’t get much smaller than Hubbleton, Wis. This unincorporated hamlet lies south of Hwy. 19 in the rolling farm country between Waterloo and Watertown. An 1879 history recounts that the railroad stopped here. There was a post office and a steam-powered sawmill. Today, Hubbleton has three taverns and one Lutheran church, which served a pork chop dinner for last weekend’s Hubbleton Days festival.

Bill, Vicki, and David

But the fairest of the fair was my Brother Bill’s sweet corn. Bill is the Johnny Appleseed of sweet corn. He makes his living trucking the stuff and the silage that results. This season Bill planted 14 varieties of sweet corn to sample and savor. He recommended a Japanese variety called “Mirai” that combines the three types of super sugar crosses. Picked young, it was simply delish, my companions Vicki McKenna and Rick Berg attested.

The highlight of the three-day event was Sunday’s parade. Given that Hubbleton consists of one square block, the parade wound around the hamlet twice. Less, and the parade would have been over before it started.

Bill piloted a Polaris all-terrain vehicle pulling two trailers. The first bore a corn-boiling apparatus that he and his neighbor cobbled together for events such as this. The second carried a plastic swimming pool, from which children splashed and into which parents rested their tootsies. Ahead of us a tractor pulled the Hubbleton Snowmobile Club’s trail groomer. Two noisy Harley-Davidson motorcycles shared road space with several barstool go-karts. There must be an ostrich farm nearby. It had a car in the parade.

My entreaties for onlookers to throw me a can of Pabst went unheeded.


Aug 5, 2014 09:17 pm
 Posted by  Anonymous

David, this is why you were known as "Mr. Excitement" at the Department of Revenue. The high octane of your social life must be overwhelming. Pass the corn please.

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Raised on a farm near Sun Prairie, David Blaska is a recovering liberal who spent 18 years in daily newspapers, including 12 at The Capital Times in Madison as a reporter and editor. He served Gov. Tommy Thompson as acting press secretary in 1998 and is a veteran and survivor of 19 years in state government. He served 12 years on the Dane County Board of Supervisors. From December 2007 to November 2011 he wrote the consistently popular "Blaska's Blog" for Isthmus online's "The Daily Page" until, he says, the intolerant liberals ran him off. He blogs from Madison.

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