Thoughts on a Delicacy

	Thoughts on a Delicacy
	Author Unkown
	The moment every traveler lives for is the native dinner where, throwing caution to the wind and plunging into a local delicacy which ought by rights to be disgusting, one discovers that it is not only delicious but that it also contradicts a previously held prejudice about food, that it expands ones culinary horizons to include surprising new smells, tastes, and textures. Lutefisk is not such a dish. Lutefisk is instead pretty much what you'd expect of jellied cod; it is a foul and odiferous goo, whose gluttonous texture and rancid oily taste are locked in spirited competition to see which can be the more responsible for rendering the whole completely inedible. How to describe that first bite? It’s a bit like describing passing a kidney stone to the uninitiated. If you are talking to someone else who has lived through the experience, a nod will suffice to acknowledge your shared pain, but to explain it to the person who has not been there, mere words seem inadequate to the task.	Vant more funny stuff? Try dis book...