Fish is gross

Lutefisk (Norwegian) or Lutfisk (Swedish) or Ludfisk (Danish) is a traditional dish of the Nordic countries. It is made from aged stockfish (air-dried whitefish) or dried/salted whitefish (klippfisk) and lye (lut). It is gelatinous in texture, and has an extremely strong, pungent odor. Its name literally means "lye fish."

It looks like I'm not the only person in my family eating vomit for dinner lately. I talked to my parents last night while my dad had his traditional holiday dinner at Ikea. He was kind enough to send me photos.

Lutfisk...

... and smorgasbord

Don't feel sorry for him friends. He chooses to do this every year. You see, when I was little we had Christmas Eve dinner at my grandparent's house (Dad's side) and they would make lovely Swedish delicacies like... oyster stew. Barf. My Grandma would buy buckets of chicken from KFC for those of us that didn't inherit Swedish taste buds. Now they live in Texas so Christmas Eve is just the three of us (four this year with Andy!). Thankfully my mom is sane and does not make barf food for Christmas Eve dinner. We Larsons have upheld the KFC tradition! But my dad still gets his lutefisk once a year at Ikea.

I actually had nasty fish for dinner last night too. It was called tilapia, haha. Every so often I think, "Fish isn't that bad and it's good for me so I should have some." WRONG. It is bad. It is always bad. I wish I liked it but I just don't.

Yesterday was actually pretty good although I was not feeling well all day long - my stomach hurt, my ear hurt (weird) - and that made me cranky. I have a gajillion lists going on right now: my Christmas list, what to get others, things I have to do at work, things to pack, things to do when I'm in WA... but I got a lot of them crossed off, which always feels good. I ate well all day long. I went to Zumba. I went to bed at a decent hour. Go me.

Today kind of blows. Since I am running a race Saturday morning, I had to do some shift trading and I am actually having to work job number two again tonight. :-( That means a looooong day and late night. Boo. But! It's the last time I have to work at job number two until 2013!!! I will try to keep that in mind while I'm pulling my hair out trying to stay awake.