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Lutefisk actually holds more sway over the Norwegians and Swedes than us Finns. In fact in my family's stories about the awfulness of lutefisk is similar to tales of the chupacabra - a myth intended to frighten small children into behaving.

Family legend states that Uncle Gus stuck a fork into an improperly rinsed chunk of l-f and sparks went flying across my grandmother's dinner table. That's why whenever I hear the Eagles lackadaisically drone on and on about how they stab it with their steely knives but they still can't kill the beat I can oly think of Uncle Gus.



I shall never look at a bowl of borscht the same way again.


that settles it...Depends will be mandatory prior to reading your posts!!!!!


where are the kitten heels??????

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