Screw Lutefisk, but there's always Lefsa and Sweet Soup.
Those were good winter mornings with my mama. Yum.
Between us Scandahoovians ... my late night snack as a kid was to sneak downstairs for a little piece of herring out of the cold jar in the fridge. Hmmmmm....
My man is a bit dark... says he don't wanna go with me back to Texas. Sniff. Texas'll be even hotter in years to come and that's not attractive... being able to get out of the country in three hours IS attractive, though. Truth is, all the good food is in the southwest and chances are they ain't gettin any more water. We can't seem to decide where we wanna go. I just know his state don't feel like my home and there's no good food here, except in my kitchen. :)