On Mon, 05 Nov 2007 13:12:59 -0800, skyeyes wrote:
> On Nov 5, 12:55 pm, "Mark K. Bilbo" <gm...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
>> On Mon, 05 Nov 2007 09:06:14 -0800, skyeyes wrote:
>> > On Nov 4, 9:03 pm, Michael Gray <mikeg...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
>> >> On Sun, 04 Nov 2007 19:54:51 -0600, "Mark K. Bilbo"
>>
>> >> <gm...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
>> >> >On Mon, 05 Nov 2007 09:59:13 +1030, Michael Gray wrote:
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>> >> >> On Sun, 04 Nov 2007 09:05:50 -0600, "Mark K. Bilbo"
>> >> >> <gm...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
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>> >> >>>On Sat, 03 Nov 2007 23:29:13 +0000, Jesus Christ Info wrote:
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>> >> >>>> Self Image Publications
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>> >> >>>But I don't like spam!
>>
>> >> >> (Bloody Vikings)
>>
>> >> >Whaddya got against Vikings?
>>
>> >> ><glare>
>>
>> >> They love Spam so much that they sing about it night & day.
>>
>> > That's because we got *so* bloody tired of lutefisk. Spam, believe
>> > it or not, tastes *way* better.
>>
>> > Heck, shoe leather tastes way better than litefisk....
>>
>> I have never had lutefisk... fish? Lukefish? Look, fish!
>
> <Boggle> Wha...? Never had lutefisk? And you with Viking ancestors?
>
> You *lucky* *sod*.
Well, remember, my Viking heritage took a detour through France. Then one
side attacked England and settled in London (and apparently took up airs
and became a snotty bunch). So I'm more likely to have tea and crumpets
than lutefisk. <g>
No, really, mom actually had relatives that did formal tea time. These
were also the relatives that looked down their noses and mom's mother.
Whose family was a bunch of mixed blood redskins. The haughty side of the
family said grandpa married "a savage" (my family is a weird mix, my
brother can tan by the light of a flashlight, people say I look
Swedish... go figure).
Irony abounds. Years later, I discover that the blue bloods (who
curiously would never explain how it was they ran from Canterbury of Kent
and ended up in Winnipeg then Texas and I'd get shushed if I even so much
as thought of asking, "if you're British aristocrats with money in
London, what are you doing HERE?")...
That got away from me.
Anyway. I find out years later that they just stopped talking about the
line after you hit London, neglecting to mention that they came over with
William the Conqueror and, heh, attacked London. And before that, they
were from the Normandy area (and we all know where that name came from).
Grandpa a couple of times commented on his father making the "derogatory
remark" that grandpa was a "throwback." I ask, "throw back to what
grandpa?" The answer was, "the Vikings".
The significance escaped me for many years. Now I find it funny. Grandpa
married a "savage"? Yeah, look who's talking. <G>
> Lutefisk is made of codfish fillets that are treated in lye,
Okay you can stop right there.
> dried, salted, and compressed.
No, really, you don't have to go on.
> It will keep for two or three millennia. They
> stack it in slabs in warehouses, or on docks where the dogs come by and
> piss on the stacks.
Please, stop!
> To serve as human food - no, I'm not kidding, people *do* eat it - you
> have to soak it in several changes of water for 3 or 4 days. Then you
> boil it - with flavorings like onion, if you're some sorta pinko-
> commie. The resulting "food" is semi-transparent, rubbery, and has a
> taste that defies explanation. I'm not even going to talk about how it
> smells.
<cowers under desk, whimpering>
> I loved my grandparents and miss them now that they've gon to Valhalla,
> but I don't miss the lutefisk they served and expected me to eat. I may
> be a Scandahoovian, but my stomach is Mexican. (I once asked for some
> salsa to put on my lutefisk. Oy, such a tsimmis you never saw!)
That's funny, I *love* Mexican food. All kinds. Though I don't care for
the "burn your mouth" spices (I knew a guy who grew up in rural Mexico
and watched the sweat *pouring* offa him when he ate some spice on his
food the name of which now escapes me and thought, "and he grew up eating
this stuff?!?")
(Besides, that wouldn't even be acid reflux, that'd be acid volcano. <g>)
I love the little, hole-in-the-wall places where you better understand at
least *some* Spanish or there's no telling what you'll get when you order
(it is especially im****tant to know the words for "head" and "tongue"
<g>). And my not-so-secret vice is crappy, fast food, pre-processed to
hell psuedo-Mexican (like Taco Bell, I know it's wrong but I like it!)
Fortunately, my SIL is Latina (and, boy, can she cook!).
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Mark K. Bilbo a.a. #1423
EAC Department of Linguistic Subversion
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