By TERR Y LAVENDER

Sometimes I wonder
about those Norwegian
ancestors of mine.

It’s not the raping and
pillaging that they did back
in the Dark Ages that
worries me. After all, they
were helping to redisfribute
the wealth of Europe more
equitably and also keeping
the gene pool in a healthy
mix. That was a long time
ago anyway.

No, it’s some of my more
immediate ancestors, and
their rather peculiar eating
habits, that I’m concerned
about.

Take lutfish for example. I
think it’s raw herring, well,
it’s raw fish of somie sort
that’s been cured and doesn’t
taste very fish-like. I had
almost grown to like it when
my grandfather described in
graphic detail how it was
cured in the open air, “far

enough up the mountain so
the flies can’t get at it.” ..

My grandmother's con-
soling words that -it really
comes from a warehouse
somewhere in Manitoba
didn’t help.

Then there’s crube.

I seem to be about the
only person among all my
relatives who doesn't like
this gastly obscenity. It’s a
kind of very heavy potato
dumpling that is difficult to’
chew and swallow, and when
finally forced down, seems
to just lie in one’s stomach
for several days.

But I have to say one thing
for those ancestors of mine.
They did come up with a
nice recipe for flatbread.

I admit, it is a lot of
trouble to make lefse (also
called lefser and lefsa but
always pronounced LEF-
suh), but it’s worth it.

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