One guy in college wore a nightshirt with several pillows under it and a string of fresh cherries around his neck. Very few people figured out without being told that he was Round John Virgin.
ROTFLMAO
Best one yet! 
djm
I’ll just take it to Ballard…
Looks like they’ll know how to care for it properly . . . 
Ya, de know…
Oh, my! I had no idea!
Lutefisk is a centuries-old Yuletide delicacy in Norway, Denmark and Sweden. Most anyone of Scandinavian descent has fond memories of the steaming hot plate placed so lovingly in front of them on Christmas Eve; > mushing up the glob of jellied cod into their mashed potatoes, > topping it with good greasy bacon gravy, dolloping some dried green peas on the side and covering the whole concoction with mustard and pepper. A lot of pepper.
It’s jellied? How, for the love of all that is good, do you jelly a cod?
I thought it was like baked cod. That has a fairly vigorous aroma, you know. (I cooked some a month or two ago that repelled dogs for several days.)
We always had baked cod on Christmas Eve. Sometimes baked salt cod. With mashed potatoes. And even peas, although not dried ones. I liked it a lot. In fact, baked salt cod was one of the few foods I’d eat for breakfast as a child.
Ooooo, and it gets worse! There’s this from the Sons of Norway:
In some parts of Northern Norway, lutefisk is served with melted goat cheese.
Urgh! Lye-treated boiled cod served with melted goat cheese! Awk!
It’s similar to jamming one, but it involves the use of a strainer.
One of my favorites was very simple. I got a large garment bag (the kind that has a flat bottom and top and several hangers). I cut two hle in the bottom, large enough to get legs through, and wore a man’s sock and shoe on one leg, and a woman’s stocking and shoe on the other (shaven) (I also wore shorts and a shirt, but those weren’t seen) and zipped it up. I could see fairly well through the stitching by the zipper, but noone could see me at all.
One year the kids and I went as different versions of big black plastic bags - “Old Bag”, “Bag Lady”, “Cat out of the Bag”, “Money Bags”
The new glue on Vampire Teeth can make for a subtle but convincing appearance.
oh, you can ask. (don’t have one, sorry.)
Yeah, but it wouldn’t be too hard to find a purple leotard, matching tights and a felt hat would it?
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D.
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I thought this was going to be her recipe for lutefisk . . . was following along ok, and even got the fish’s legs through . . .
[I am somewhat recovered from last night’s lutefisk horror. Had a large bowl of grits and bacon this morning to settle my stomach . . . feeling muuuuuch better now.]
Ah… so that’s what it means… fish with legs! And I always thought it was just ‘odiferous dehydrated fish pretending to be food’.
Really. I had actually tried to summon up a mental image of “Swedish Fish” . . . trying to see if they had legs and how big . . . maybe after Chernobyl . . . more frog than fisk.
From the recipes I found, it appears to be some kind of dehydrated, lye-infused fish which is soaked for weeks–thus explaining at least part of the smell–and boiled briefly prior to serving. The result of which appears to be some kind of gelatinous mass.
mmmm lutefisk
How can you not love this traditional Norwegian dish?
And when you eat it with lefse… oooo…
Actually, come to think of it, lefse is so amazingly good, that it’d make anything seem good when eaten together.
mmmmm lefse…
hmmm… I love potato-most-anything … and I even love anchovies, so… I would at least like to try lutefisk, though I’m keeping my expectations at bay.
So… who’s hosting the sheebang?
Okay, temporarily back to lutefisk. It’s not like bacalao (salt cod) at all . It’s treated with LYE (which in the really old days would have been gotten by leaching it from wood ashes), and used to be stored as dried, vaguely piscine-looking boards, basically. It used to be seen outside of shops, propped up standing-fashion all in a row against the building by way of display to attract the buyer; there are old photos of this practice. There is a tongue-in-cheek (but you can’t be entirely sure) tradition of mentioning that this was also to attract the neighborhood dogs, as dog piddle was said to be an essential finishing touch to the product. Now you can conveniently buy it rehydrated in plastic pouches at your Scando-friendly supermarket. My guess is that no dogs are likely employed by such modern lutefisk makers (fisk-luthiers?).
Anyway, what the lye does, aside from preservation, is do something really weird to the flesh so that when it’s rehydrated and cooked, it has a definitely gelatinous character which has a spectrum of results depending on how it’s cooked. This can range from dryish, sorta like Jello or aspic without enough water (which is what I had), all the way to definitely jellylike (which I have not had, but heard testimonials to that effect), and the flesh, while approximating flaky (insofar as gelatin can be turned into flakes), is alarmingly translucent. Much is made about the expert preparation of lutefisk, and I have no idea what that really means. It will smell up your whole house in the process, though. That is a given. The taste is surprisingly delicate, but this is far overshadowed when one is faced with the texture being so dissonant from its origins, in my mind.
Then again, I have no Norwegian bloodline; I have some Swedish, and dark mutterings have it that any right-minded Swede would far prefer goose at Christmas, lutefisk being regarded askance by them. On the other hand, Norwegians say that the Swedes laugh through their noses, and that is not a compliment. I don’t laugh through my nose. I do happen to love goose. But that funks up your house, too. Makes it smell like a huge grease bucket.
I don’t have a Halloween costume, yet.
Oooo . . . this is sounding worse by the minute!
I don’t have a Halloween costume, yet.
I thought you wanted my fleece . . .
Now, stop that.