Man - you must have gotten a bad batch. The way my dear Grampa, Harry
Jensen (the old viking, rest his soul) used to make lutefisk, it was
luscious! Sweet, melt-in-your-mouth, buttery and fattening as hell!
Every Christmas, that plus my Gramma's (rest her soul) fabulous
sweet-kraut and apple-cinnamon-crisp-whipped cream extravaganza made
Christmas dinner something to remember year 'round. We didn't need a
SW radio to get Norway - we had it in spades right in the house :-)
Bruce Jensen