You need to get yourself invited to lunch at the Sons of Norway in St Paul. The menu is lutefisk and white boiled potatoes. The only color on the plate is a bit of melted butter and a sprinkle of parsley.
The whole purpose of the meal is to drink a whole bunch of aquavit, which makes the fish palatable. (If you remember the taste of the fish, you did not drink enough according to my member friends)
Skoal!
Father in law was Danish. Got me hooked on herring, lefse, smoked eel, aquavit and cherry heering. Fit for a king!
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.