The Lutefisk Lament

Discussion in 'General Discussion' started by Oddball, Dec 24, 2010.

  1. Oddball
    Offline

    Oddball BANNED Supporting Member

    Joined:
    Jan 3, 2009
    Messages:
    41,428
    Thanks Received:
    8,397
    Trophy Points:
    0
    Location:
    Drinking wine, eating cheese, catching rays
    Ratings:
    +8,409
    Charlie Boone & Roger Erickson

    'Twas the night before Christmas with things all a bustle
    As Mama got set for the Christmas Eve tussle.
    Aunts, uncles and cousins would soon be arriving
    With stomachs all ready for Christmas Eve dining.
    While I sat alone with a feeling of dread,
    As visions of lutefisk danced in my head.
    The thought of the smell made my eyeballs start burning.
    The thought of the taste set my stomach to churning.
    For I'm one of those who good Swedes rebuff:
    A Scandahoovian boy who can't stand the stuff.

    Each year, however, I played at the game
    to spare mama and papa the undying shame.
    I must bear up bravely, I can't take the risk of relatives knowing I hate lutefisk.
    I know they would spurn me, my presents withhold,
    if the unthinkable, unspeakable truth they were told.
    Then out in the yard I heard such a clatter,
    I jumped up to see what was the matter.
    There in the snow, all in a jumble,
    three of my uncles had taken a tumble.

    My aunts, as usual, gave them "what for",
    and soon they were up and through the door.
    Then with talk, and more cheer,
    an hour was passed as Mama finished the Christmas repast.
    From out in the kitchen an odor came stealing,
    that fairly set my senses to reeling.
    The smell of lutefisk creeped down the hall
    and wilted a plant in a pot on the wall.
    The others reacted as though they were smitten,
    while the aroma laid low my small helpless kitten.
    Uncles Oscar and Lars said, "Oh, that smells yummy,"
    and Kermit's eyes glittered while he patted his tummy.

    The scent skipped off the ceiling and bounced off the door,
    and the bird in the cuckoo clock fell on the floor.
    Mama announced dinner by ringing a bell.
    They pushed to the table with a yump and a yell.
    I lifted my eyes to heaven and sighed,
    and a rose on the wallpaper withered and died.
    With wooden legs I found my chair
    and sat in silence with an unseeing stare.
    Most of the food was already in place;
    there remained only to fill the lutefisks space.
    Then Mama came proudly with a bowl on a trivet.
    You would have thought the crown jewels were in it.

    She placed it carefully down and took her seat,
    and Papa said Grace before we could eat.
    It seemed to me, with my whirling head,
    the shortest prayer he ever had said.
    Then Mama lifted the cover on the steaming dish,
    and I was face to face with the quivering fish.
    "Me first," I heard Uncle Kermit call,
    while I watched the paint peel off the wall.

    The plates were passed for Papa to fill.
    I waited in agony between fever and chill.
    He would dip in the spoon and hold it up high.
    As it oozed on the plates, I thought I would die.
    Then came my plate, and to my feverish brain
    there seemed enough lutefisk to derail a train.
    It looked like a mountain of congealing glue:
    oddly transparent, yet discolored, the hue.
    With butter and cream sauce I tried to conceal it;
    I salted and peppered, but the smell still revealed it.
    I drummed up my courage, I tried to be bold.
    Mama reminds me, "Eat, before it gets cold."

    I decided to face it, "Uff da," I sighed.
    "Uff da, indeed," my stomach replied.
    Then I summoned that resolve for which every breed is known.
    My hand took the fork as with a mind of its own.
    And with reckless abandon that lutefisk I ate,
    within twenty seconds I'd cleaned my plate.
    Uncle Kermit flashed me an ear-to-ear grin,
    as butter and cream sauce dripped from his chin.
    Then to my great shock, he whispered in my ear:
    "I'm sure glad this is over for another year!"

    It was then I learned a great and wonderful truth,
    that Swedes and Norwegians, from old men to youth,
    must each pay their dues to have the great joy
    of being known as a good Scandahoovian boy.

    And so to you all, as you face the great test:
    Happy Christmas to you, and to you all the best.
     
    • Thank You! Thank You! x 1
  2. dilloduck
    Offline

    dilloduck Diamond Member

    Joined:
    May 8, 2004
    Messages:
    53,240
    Thanks Received:
    5,552
    Trophy Points:
    1,850
    Location:
    Austin, TX
    Ratings:
    +6,403
    MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM lutefisk ROCKS !!!!!

    in tons of melted butter !!!!
     
  3. Oddball
    Offline

    Oddball BANNED Supporting Member

    Joined:
    Jan 3, 2009
    Messages:
    41,428
    Thanks Received:
    8,397
    Trophy Points:
    0
    Location:
    Drinking wine, eating cheese, catching rays
    Ratings:
    +8,409
    Why did I just know that I could find some nut here who likes that gelatinous goo? :lol:
     
  4. Big Fitz
    Offline

    Big Fitz User Quit *****

    Joined:
    Nov 23, 2009
    Messages:
    16,917
    Thanks Received:
    2,473
    Trophy Points:
    48
    Ratings:
    +2,475
    I, for one, be damned my Norweigian good looks and partial heritage will not eat seafood, dried to rock hard consistancy and then softened by being soaked in industrial cleaner (lye).

    I am not a good scandahoovian... and that's because I'm a mutt. :) I have not eaten lutefisk. I have smelled it once and will not partake as long as I may live.
     
  5. dilloduck
    Offline

    dilloduck Diamond Member

    Joined:
    May 8, 2004
    Messages:
    53,240
    Thanks Received:
    5,552
    Trophy Points:
    1,850
    Location:
    Austin, TX
    Ratings:
    +6,403
    Give me yours, please. :eusa_pray:
     
    • Thank You! Thank You! x 1
  6. Big Fitz
    Offline

    Big Fitz User Quit *****

    Joined:
    Nov 23, 2009
    Messages:
    16,917
    Thanks Received:
    2,473
    Trophy Points:
    48
    Ratings:
    +2,475
    ROFLMAO... all yours Dillo. All yours. But I get your meatballs. NOT THOSE PERV! LOL
     
  7. boedicca
    Offline

    boedicca Uppity Water Nymph Supporting Member

    Joined:
    Feb 12, 2007
    Messages:
    41,765
    Thanks Received:
    12,762
    Trophy Points:
    2,250
    Location:
    The Land of Funk
    Ratings:
    +22,707
    UFF DA!

    Love the lefsa; can't stand the lutefisk!
     
  8. boedicca
    Offline

    boedicca Uppity Water Nymph Supporting Member

    Joined:
    Feb 12, 2007
    Messages:
    41,765
    Thanks Received:
    12,762
    Trophy Points:
    2,250
    Location:
    The Land of Funk
    Ratings:
    +22,707


    Almost anything is good with tons of melted butter - which explains escargot - but even Melted Butter cannot redeem smelly stinkified lutefisk.
     
  9. Oddball
    Offline

    Oddball BANNED Supporting Member

    Joined:
    Jan 3, 2009
    Messages:
    41,428
    Thanks Received:
    8,397
    Trophy Points:
    0
    Location:
    Drinking wine, eating cheese, catching rays
    Ratings:
    +8,409

Share This Page