When I escaped the Swedish enclave in which I grew up, one of the things that I did not miss was lutefisk. After living away from it amongst the Bohemies for a number of years, I came across some in a grocery in Cedar Rapids. Overcome by waves of nostalgia and displaying a complete lack of sense, I brought some home and proceded to cook it. My wife and son had all sorts of things to say about not being able to wear any of the clothes currently in the house out in public. When the preparation was completed, they refused to even try a bite. After taking a bite myself, the totality of the dish was transferred to the snow-covered back yard. When the snow melted in the spring, it was found in exactly the same state and amount as when it first took up residence there.

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Happily Trapped In the Past (Thanks, Joe)

Not only a less than minimally educated person, but stupid and out of touch as well.