Ode To Lutefisk

Lutefisk, you smelly fish,
Your presence will never be seen on my dish.
For ye have smelled up kitchens of Swedes
Carrying on Christmas traditions, oh please!

Alas, your aroma of dead rats aside
You made us laugh til we clutched our sides
As we made new boyfriends of cousins dig in
To test their wits for becoming our kin.

Hark, how could I possibly forget?
You snagged me dates on the internet.
My bio told of our family tradition
And many inquired for a “boyfriend” audition.

Perhaps you are not as bad as I thought.
For — taste aside — many laughs you’ve brought.
So your legend will live in our Christmas lore
And we’ll remind new boyfriends how lucky the are.

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3 Responses so far »

  1. 1

    Pastor Tom said,

    Nelly,
    So, if you had the choice of smelling 2 different kinds of breathe in a boyfriend –
    which would you choose? Lutefisk or Peanut Butter?

  2. 2

    DIY said,

    Does money have a smell?

  3. 3

    Michael said,

    OMG — Lutefisk is a horrible family tradition of the Hawkinson/Claypool house. I *never* eat the stuff; however, your ode made me chuckle! By the way, this is Michael Claypool … how are you? Kristin Hodgson forwarded me the link to your blog — love it!!! 🙂


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