Christmas dinner? Lutefisk, yeah sure, you betcha! That's another thing I'm unsure the exact origins of, but in this scenario I'm not quite as curious as the last. Which brings me to another highlight of being a vegetarian. No lye soaked cod for me!
Other delicacies we descendants of Scandinavian immigrants eat: krumkake and rommegrot. The first is a fragile cookie, made by rolling the dough into a special iron, imprinting a floral design all over it. Some people like to fill them with cream and such, but I take it straight. This goes great with hot chocolate! The latter is a custardy mix that you mix with sugar and cinnamon. It is only good if its homemade. Don't eat it out of the package. That's gross.
If by some unfortunate event you are drawn to this demographic location, be sure to find a Lutheran church having a bake sale and have at it! Or if you want to see how proud some are to be Norwegian. Find our friend Mollie out in front of her big house on the outskirts of a small town on the prairie. It has a Norwegian flag waving beside the American flag, trolls/gnome creatures everywhere, and even looks like it could have been built in Norway and shipped here. That's what's up.
Its fun to be Minnesotan sometimes. Especially when people think you have an accent and you just chuckle and say, "You should meet my father!" Because our padres take the cliche Minnesotan stuff to a whole new level. Also, it would be hilarious to see what happened if someone actually made fun of them... there's no way that could end well.
Oh well, have a happy tuesday.

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