The Lutefisk Report

Just a quick tally on the day at Vermont Lutheran Church:

Bites of lutefisk: 2
Utterances of the word "yuck": 0
Utterances of the words "what is this?": 1
Moms of high school friends seen on site: 2
On a scale of 1 to 10, the need for a nap after: 43

It's very jiggly. That's what I would say about lutefisk. It's very jiggly. I don't know if the Norwegians have a special utensil for it but neither a fork nor a spoon seemed to work very well for this jiggly food. Kind of reminded me of the time my cousins and I decided to play baseball with a pan of finger Jell-O one of our mothers had made.

But even so, a lovely day at a lovely church. A few illustrations:

The gorgeous church:

And yes, we had to wait in the church until our very non-Norwegian name was called amongst the Olsons, Tollefsons, Haglunds and Larsens. There was, however, no playing of religious films as in the childhood of George H.:

On to the main event: The Lutefisk, which one day soon will star in its own horror film: "It Came By The Plateful":

Of course, it wasn't all lye-soaked fish. Tasty meatballs, tasty gravy, taters and the highlight of the day, lefse:

And you know, even if we were required to watch religious movies beforehand, it would have been worth it for this:

All in all, it's a great day when you can eat church lady food in a church basement without having had to go a funeral first:

For any further questions about lutefisk, I'd like to refer you to the Lutefisk Hotline. The number is on this placemat:

Stay tuned. Coming later this fall or winter: The Meat Paddle Report.