Lutefisk. My cousin in Everett, Charles Husby, tells the best lutefisk jokes around--I used to see them turn up in a couple of the local papers from columnists who enjoyed them. It's fish soaked in lye then soaked in water to remove the lye, from my understanding, a non-cooked form of preservation. Charles said one time that the Irish, who were colonized by the Norwegians way back in the dark ages, finally told them to take their smelly fish and go to Hell--so they moved to North Dakota.

We can get good pickled herring down here. My kids love it.

Maggie