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Adventurous Minnesotans Seek Lutefisk Come Yuletide
CBS Minnesota ^ | December 22, 2017

Posted on 12/22/2017 3:16:51 PM PST by nickcarraway

Adventurous Minnesotans Seek Lutefisk Come Yuletide December 22, 2017 at 3:55 pm Filed Under:Lutefisk, Olsen Fish Company

(credit: CBS) MINNEAPOLIS (WCCO) — The holidays are full of traditions, and for many Minnesota families, that means serving up lutefisk.

The Olsen Fish Company has been providing traditional Scandinavian foods for well over 100 years.

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Norwegian immigrants in Minneapolis began importing herring and lutefisk then processed it themselves.

The same process is used to this day. This is still a common practice in Norway and even parts of Africa.

“Basically take the head off, cut the guts and tie the tail up. And in northern Norway they can hang them and let them naturally dry,” Olsen’s president Chris Dorff said. “Mother Nature would dry them in six months, and preserve it, as long as it’s dry.”

The Olsen Fish Company produces 300,000 to 400,000 pounds of lutefisk a year.

You can buy it at grocery stores and specialty stores across the country.


TOPICS: Food; Local News
KEYWORDS: fish; minnesota; scandinavia
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To: Bonemaker

I love lefse and krumkake.


21 posted on 12/22/2017 6:40:22 PM PST by MayflowerMadam
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To: Celtic Conservative

The picture doesn’t look like lutefisk. Imagine skunky fish jello.


22 posted on 12/22/2017 6:40:24 PM PST by cornfedcowboy
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To: The FIGHTIN Illini

I worked in a small office and one of the managers was Norwegian. After a couple years the director told the guy that he either had to stay home the day after Christmas or, if he came to work, if he needed to do his “business”, he needed to use a restroom in another office.


23 posted on 12/22/2017 6:45:10 PM PST by MayflowerMadam
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To: nickcarraway

I’ll just have some Nokkelost, thank you.


24 posted on 12/22/2017 6:51:00 PM PST by nesnah (Liberals - the petulant children of politics)
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To: nickcarraway

Just don’t make any loud noises around the cops.


25 posted on 12/22/2017 6:57:06 PM PST by Uncle Sam 911
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To: MayflowerMadam

What’s really funny about this is that I can relate!!!!!


26 posted on 12/22/2017 7:06:37 PM PST by The FIGHTIN Illini (Wake up fellow Patriots before it's too late)
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To: nickcarraway
I lived in Minnesota for a good number of years, and have a strong dislike for lutefisk (like most sane people). So many years later while perusing some newsgroups I ran across the following dissertation on lutefisk. I shall pass it on with the strongest warning, have NO liquids in your mouth. I claim no responsibility for what may happen to your monitor or keyboard.

The Power of Lutefisk

From: clays@panix.com (Clay Shirky)
Newsgroups: alt.folklore.urban
Subject: Ode to Lutefisk (Long)
Date: Sun, 04 Dec 1994 09:11:19 -0500

It is my wont when traveling to forgo the touristic in favor of the real, to pesuade my kind hosts, whoever they may be, that an evening in the local, imbibing pints of whatever the natives use as intoxicants, would be more interesting than another espresso in another place called Cafe Opera. Chiefest among my interests is the Favorite Dish: the plate, cup, or bowl of whatever stuff my hosts consider most representative of the regions virtues. As I just finished a week's work in Oslo, this dish was of course lutefisk.

(snd f/x: organ music in minor key - cresc. and out.)

The Norwegians are remarkably single-minded in their attachment to the stuff. Every one of them would launch themselves into a hydrophobic frenzy of praise on the mere mention of the word. Though these panegyrics were as varied as they were fulsome, they shared one element in common. Every testimonial to the recondite deliciousness of cod soaked in lye ended with the phrase "...but I only eat it once a year."

When I pressed my hosts as to why they would voluntarily forswear what was by all accounts the tastiest fish dish ever for 364 days of the year, each of them said "Oh, you can't eat lutefisk more than once a year." (Their unanimity on this particular point carried with it the same finality as the answers you get when casually asking a Scientologist about L. Ron's untimely demise.)

Despite my misgivings from these interlocutions however, there was nothing for it but to actually try the stuff, as it was clearly the local delicacy. A plan was hatched whereby my hosts and I would distill ourselves to a nearby brasserie, and I would order something tame like reindeer steak, and they would order lutefisk. The portions at this particular establishment were large, they assured me, and when I discovered for myself how scrumptious jellied fish tasted, I could have an adequate amount from each of their plates to satiate my taste for this new-found treat.

Ah, but the best laid plans... My hostess, clearly feeling in a holiday mood (and perhaps further cheered by my immanent departure as their house guest) proceeded to order lutefisks all round.

"But I was going to order reinde..."

"Nonononono," she said, "you must have your own lutefisk. It would be rude to bring you to Norway and not give you your own lutefisk."

My mumbled suggestion that I had never been one to stand on formality went unnoticed, and moments later, somewhere in the kitchen, there was a lutefisk with my name on it.

The waitress, having conveyed this order to the chef, returned with a bottle and three shot glasses and spent some time interrogating my host. He laughed as she left, and I asked what she said.

"Oh she said 'Is the American really going to eat lutefisk?' and when I told her you were, she said that it takes some time to get used to it."

"How long?" I asked.

"Well, she said a couple of years."

In the meantime, my hostess was busily decanting a clear liquid into the shot glass and passing it my way. When I learned that it was aquavit, I demurred, as I intended to get some writing done on the train.

"Oh no," said my hostess, donning the smile polite people use when giving an order, "you must have aquavit with lutefisk."

To understand the relationship between aquavit and lutefisk, here's an experiment you can do at home. In addition to aquavit, you will need a slice of lemon, a cracker, a dishtowel, ketchup, some caviar, and a Kit-Kat candy bar.

1. Take a shot aquavit.
2. Take two. (They're small.)
3. Put a bit of caviar on a cracker.
4. Squeeze some lemon juice on the caviar.
5. Pour some ketchup on the Kit-Kat bar.
6. Tie the dishtowel around your eyes.

If you can taste the difference between caviar on a cracker and ketchup on a Kit-Kat while blindfolded, you have not had enough aquavit to be ready for lutefisk. Return to step one.

The first real sign of trouble was when a plate arrived and was set in front of my host, sitting to my left. It contained a collection of dark and aromatic food stuffs of a variety of textures. Having steeled myself for an encounter with a pale jelly, I was puzzled at its appearance, and I leaned over to get a better look.

"Oh," said my host, "that's not lutefisk. I changed my mind and ordered the juletid plate. Its is pork and sausages."

"But you're leaving for New York tomorrow, so tonight is your last chance to have lutefisk this year" I pointed out.

"Oh well," he said, tucking into what looked like a very tasty pork chop.

Shortly thereafter the two remaining plates arrived, each containing the lutefisk itself, boiled potatoes, and a mash of peas from which all the color had been expertly tortured. There was also a garnish of a slice of cucumber, a wedge of lemon, and a sliver of red pepper.

"This is bullshit!" said my hostess, snatching the garnish off her plate.

"What's wrong," I asked, "not enough lemon?"

"No, a plate of lutefisk should be totally gray!"

Indeed, with the removal of the garnish, it was totally gray, and waiting for me to dig in. There being no time like the present, I tore a forkful away from the cod carcass and lifted it to my mouth.

"Wait," said my host, "you can't eat it like that!"

"OK," I said, "how should I eat it?"

"Mash up your potatoes, and then mix a bit of lutefisk in, and then add some bacon." he said, handing me a tureen filled to the brim with bacon bits floating in fat.

I began to strain some of the bits out of the tureen. "No, not like that, like this" he said, snatching up the tureen and pouring three fingers of pure bacon grease directly over the beige mush I had made from the potatoes and lutefisk already on my plate.

"Now can I eat it?"

"No, not yet, you have to mix in the mustard."

"And the pepper" added my hostess, "you have to have lutefisk with lots and lots of pepper. And then you have to eat it right away, because if it gets cold its horrible."

They proceeded to add pepper and mustard in amounts I felt were more apporpriate to ingredients rather than flavors, but no matter. At this point what I had was an undercooked hash brown with mustard on it, flavored with a little bit of lutefisk. "How bad could it be?" I thought to myself as I lifted my fork to my mouth.

The moment every traveler lives for is the native dinner where, throwing caution to the wind and plunging into a local delicacy which ought by rights to be disgusting, one discovers that it is not only delicious but that it also contradicts a previously held prejudice about food, that it expands ones culinary horizons to include surprising new smells, tastes, and textures.

Lutefisk is not such a dish.

Lutefisk is instead pretty much what you'd expect of jellied cod; it is a foul and odiferous goo, whose gelatinous texture and rancid oily taste are locked in spirited competition to see which can be the more responsible for rendering the whole completely inedible.

How to describe that first bite? Its a bit like describing passing a kidneystone to the uninitiated. If you are talking to someone else who has lived through the experience, a nod will suffice to acknowledge your shared pain, but to explain it to the person who has not been there, mere words seem inadequate to the task. So it is with lutefisk.

One could bandy about the time honored phrases like "nauseating sordid gunk", "unimaginably horrific", "lasting psychological damage", but these seem hollow when applied to the task at hand. I will have to resort to a recipe for a kind of metaphorical lutefisk, to describe the experience. Take marshmallows made without sugar, blend them together with overcooked Japanese noodles, and then bathe the whole liberally in acetone. Let it marinate in cod liver oil for several days at room temperature. When it has achieved the appropriate consistency (though the word "appropriate" is somewhat problematic here), heat it to just above lukewarm, sprinkle in thousands of tiny, sharp, invisible fish bones, and serve.

The waitress, returning to clear our plates, surveyed the half-eaten goo I had left.

She nodded conspiratorially at me, said something to my host, and left.

"What'd she say?, I asked.

"Oh, she said 'I never eat lutefisk either. It tastes like python.'"

Clay "I think my mistake was in using the dishtowel: you need to drink enough aquavit so you can't tell the difference between caviar on a cracker and ketchup on a Kit-Kat with your eyes open" Shirky

27 posted on 12/22/2017 7:29:38 PM PST by Traveler59 ( Truth is a journey, not a destination.)
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To: Traveler59

Lutefisk is not such a dish.

I laughed till my side hurt at that line. Having been there and done that, true, very true. Ode to Lutefisk. Tough people the Norwegians, they’ve got to be to eat that stuff.


28 posted on 12/22/2017 8:06:31 PM PST by sasportas
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To: nickcarraway
Lutefisk: The Piece of Cod that passes all understanding.

Now salt cod on the other hand is lovely.

29 posted on 12/22/2017 8:13:54 PM PST by Harmless Teddy Bear (Not a Romantic, not a hero worshiper and stop trying to tug my heartstrings. It tickles! (pink bow))
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To: louie2

Gelatinous lutefisk, soaked in lye; lots of Glug to wash it down; flatulence inducing potato sausages, dry toast & dessicated beef dipped in broth along with ham like boot soles; weak coffee made with egg shells. Good rice pudding with lingenberries.

But it’s no wonder the Norsemen weren’t afraid to die.


30 posted on 12/22/2017 8:55:05 PM PST by tumblindice (America's founding fathers: all white armed conservatives)
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