EC Blend has a Worcestershire Sauce juice that I bet is pretty awful.
I had one bite of Lutefisk, nuff said.
Not exactly a glowing reviewIf Lutefisk is prepared correctly, it's not that awful, mostly the texture is awful--fish-flavored jello. Unfortunately it is very difficult to prepare correctly so those of us Scandinavians, born and bred in the north, employ crazy amounts of butter and salt to choke it down.
It is beloved by my grandparents' generation and hated by my parents' generation. I enjoy it as a test of courage when I'm back home. I don't really see it surviving into the next generation.
Bah, good lutefisk tastes like butter and has the consistency of clams. It's good food, if it's not good food then the cooks suck or just think it is supposed to be nasty. Used to get great stuff from Olsen's in Seattle before QFC bought them out.
As a seafood loving Seattle boy of Nordic stock though...what about clam juice? Used to get steaming mugs of it from the fish bar and that stuff was great.
Anyone want to try to make a naturally extracted clam juice with me?
Pickled eggs is good eating. The southerners have turned me on to spicy pickled okra, that stuff should be on the side of every sandwich everywhere.They pickle everything in Wisconsin. Pickled pigs feet is a favorite as well as pickled hard boiled eggs. Pickled herring is available in stores. Lots of Scandinavians, Germans and Polish here.


That sucks, have you tried Wal-Mart? Our seafod section is tiny and pathetic here in AR, but we do have pickled herring year-round straight and with sour cream and onions. Right next to the krab and lox.
Man, now I wanna go makes some lefse hook up the herring and vodka, and drink some clam juice.
To this day, nothing has compared to the horror of vaping cherries and cream from mad vapes. I hated life for a few months afterwords, flying in to a rage at the sound of children's laughter, because innocent laughter shouldn't exist in a universe so cruel. It made me vomit. And I don't speak figuratively about this, I threw up into a trash can by my desk. I considered cauterizing my tongue, so that there would never be a chance that it should suffer such torments again. It tasted like someone had cleaned out the underside of the racks in the dairy department at the grocery store, combined it with some foul flower grown with tender loving care in Satan's garden, and then bottled it and sold it as e-liquid. In short, it sucked, a lot.