Big clunk on the wurstdeck and when I opened the door a huge box from Usinger’s blocked the way out. Surprise! The holiday gift from the Milwaukee in-laws. We dragged it in, sliced it open, pried loose the styrofoam lid, removed the dry ice and voila, a cornucopia of Wisconsin sausages, maybe a dozen variations on the wonders that Germans can do with meat bi-products. Everything was still frozen from the frigid icy blasts off Lake Michigan, but with a saw knife I was able to pry loose a big chunk of Braunschweiger and eat it like a liver popsicle. Yum.