It’s peak season to be a Midwesterner. The weather is finally on our side (well, sort of… between the heat waves), day drinking is in full swing, and we’re barbecuing all of our meals. If it can fit on the grill it goes on the grill. I don’t care that it’s your side salad, it’s going on there. It’s the Midwestern way. There is nothing better than a Midwestern cookout and it’s a huge week for cookouts. Sure, barbecues in the south have brisket and sweet tea, but we have potato salad and brats. It’s a brat summer. Get it?

Summer is when we finally feel our personalities snap into place. We’ve been hibernating for so long that we almost forgot how fun we are. We spend so much time being miserable in the winter that we forget that good times are just around the corner. We better enjoy it… or else.