Lutefisk

Yesterday I tried lutefisk, and I lived to tell the tale! Actually, it wasn't as bad as I imagined it would be. According to the experts (those who have eaten lutefisk more than twice), the lutefisk I ate yesterday was really good. Still, it's weird to eat fish that has the consistency of jelly.

Eating lutefisk around Christmas is a common tradition in Norway. I'll probably eat it again - next Christmas. Once a year is definately enough.

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From Wikipedia:

Interview with Jeffrey Steingarten, author of The Man Who Ate Everything (translated quote from a 1999 article in Norwegian newspaper Dagbladet:)

"Lutefisk is not food, it is a weapon of mass destruction. It is currently the only exception for the man who ate everything. Otherwise, I am fairly liberal, I gladly eat worms and insects, but I draw the line on lutefisk."
"What is special with lutefisk?"
"Lutefisk is the Norwegians' attempt at conquering the world. When they discovered that Viking raids didn't give world supremacy, they invented a meal so terrifying, so cruel, that they could scare people to become one's subordinates. And if I'm not terribly wrong, you will be able to do it as well."
"But some people say that they like lutefisk. Do you think they tell the truth?"
"I do not know. Of all food, lutefisk is the only one that I don't take any stand on. I simply cannot decide whether it is nice or disgusting, if the taste is interesting or commonplace. The only thing I know, is that I like bacon, mustard and lefse. Lutefisk is an example of food that almost doesn't taste anything, but is so full of emotions that the taste buds get knocked out."

I don't like Campari

... but perhaps I should give it another try. Thank you After Ellen.

One doesn’t have to share every dream

HB: I had this dream last night.

Girlfriend: Yeah?

HB: I was kissing a woman. Not you.

Girlfriend: Really.

HB: And I sort of knew that I shouldn’t do it, you were skirting the edges of my mind.

Girlfriend: I’ll bet.

HB: But then she leaned towards me, and I simply couldn’t resist. I put my hand on the back of her head, and pulled her towards me, and then we kissed for quite some time. It was wonderful. Really, really good.

Girlfriend: Huh.

HB: Afterwards I knew that this could never happen again, because I’m together with you. So you see? Even in my dreams I’m TOTALLY devoted to you!

Girlfriend: Right. Totally.

HB: *cough* Yeah, well, anyway... Good night, darling. Uh... sweet dreams.

Ten Ways to Avoid Lending Your Wheelbarrow to Anybody

1 PATRIOTIC

May I borrow your wheelbarrow?
I didn't lay down my life in World War II
so that you could borrow my wheelbarrow.

2 SNOBBISH

May I borrow your wheelbarrow?
Unfortunately Lord Goodman is using it.

3 OVERWEENING

May I borrow your wheelbarrow?
It is too mighty a conveyance to be wielded
by any mortal save myself.

4 PIOUS

May I borrow your wheelbarrow?
My wheelbarrow is reserved for religious ceremonies.

5 MELODRAMATIC

May I borrow your wheelbarrow?
I would sooner be broken on its wheel
and buried in its barrow.

6 PATHETIC

May I borrow your wheelbarrow?
I am dying of schizophrenia
and all you can talk about is wheelbarrows.

7 DEFENSIVE

May I borrow your wheelbarrow?
Do you think I'm made of wheelbarrows?

8 SINISTER

May I borrow your wheelbarrow?
It is full of blood.

9 LECHEROUS

May I borrow your wheelbarrow?
Only if I can fuck your wife in it.

10 PHILOSOPHICAL

May I borrow your wheelbarrow?
What is a wheelbarrow?

-- Adrian Mitchell

Photo:Paul of Vermont

Today, around quarter past three

Unusually warm today, around 10 C. We drove down to the fjord, a place five minutes away from us where it's very popular to go swimming in the summer. But not in November.

I must remember to always bring my proper camera. These photos are taken with my crappy mobile phone camera. Still, you get the idea. It was lovely - beautiful colours, and almost no people.











And the water was VERY cold. I tried to keep my hands in it long enough for my girlfriend to take the picture. Didn't succeed.