Make Love, Not Lutefisk

By Dave Fox

Hear that gagging sound? It’s Norwegian-Americans attempting to connect with their heritage.

It happens every year at this time; thousands of people choke down an infamous concoction called lutefisk. What people in America don’t know is that most Norwegians came to their senses decades ago and quit eating the stuff.

Lofoten Islands, Norway: Thousands of deceased cod sway in the breeze from drying racks. After this bizarre hazing ritual, they will become lutefisk.

To make lutefisk, catch yourself a cod. Take out the bones, skin it, salt it, and hang it out to dry for several weeks until it hardens and smells like a dumpster. Then, bring it inside and soak it in lye for several days.

Yes, lye — a substance defined by as “a strong caustic alkaline solution of potassium salts, obtained by leaching wood ashes. It is much used in making soap, etc.”

Et cetera indeed. When you use it to make fish, you get a gelatinous blob that slithers down your throat and makes you wish you had cooked a turkey for Christmas dinner like a normal American.

Norwegians didn’t invent lutefisk because they thought it was tasty. A long time ago, in the pre-refrigeration epoch, salting and drying fish was an efficient way to preserve it. They soaked it in lye afterward to pull the salt out and — believe it or not — make it more palatable. A century ago, lutefisk really was a staple in the Norwegian diet. Also a century ago, a lot of Norwegians fled the country.

To the lutefisk-eating Norwegian-Americans out there who are trying to keep in touch with your roots, here are some factoids to bring you to your senses:

  • Refrigerators have arrived in the Old World, as has the electricity needed to power them. They now have more pleasant ways to keep food fresh.
  • Today, more lutefisk is consumed in Wisconsin than in Norway.
  • Norwegians buy more frozen pizzas per capita than any other nationality. They consume 13,000 tons of frozen pizza annually — an average of more than five and a half pounds of cheesy goodness for every man, woman, and screaming toddler.

Yes, frozen pizza is a Norwegian staple food today. Why not get in touch with the 21st century and start a new holiday tradition?

I am a proud Norwegian-American, as is my mother, who every year at Christmas bakes about 74 pounds of traditional Norwegian Christmas cookies and other edible things. She never made me eat lutefisk when I was a child. This is because she loves me.

A couple of months ago, however, I tasted lutefisk for the first time — voluntarily. I did this for two reasons:

1) On every Scandinavia tour I lead, someone asks me about lutefisk. I tell them how horrible it is, which felt hypocritical since I had never even sniffed the stuff before.

2) I was intoxicated, and my judgment was impaired when I asked to try it.

The way it happened was I had just arrived in Drøbak, the town where I once was an exchange student. Per, my Norwegian host father, handed me a beer and a shot of akvavit and said, “We’re having something for dinner tonight that you won’t like. So we’ll make you a pork chop.”

“What is it?” I asked, and drank my akvavit.

“Lutefisk,” he laughed, refilling my akvavit glass.

Per sniffs the lutefisk between shots of akvavit.

“Are you serious?” I asked, drinking my second shot of akvavit. In the 15 years I have known Per, I had never seen him eat lutefisk before. But I sensed he was serious. The previous summer I had narrowly avoided home-cooked whale by taking him out for Indian food. He didn’t remember the whale steaks thawing in the fridge at home until our curry arrived at the table.

“Yes,” Per answered, filling my glass again. “It’s the first lutefisk of the year.”

This conversation and refilling continued for an hour or so while Per prepared the fish along with the traditional stewed peas and bacon drippings that are used to “enhance the flavor.” At one point, Wibeke, my sister’s girlfriend, knocked at the door.

“We’re having lutefisk tonight,” Per said gleefully. “Will you stay for dinner?”

Wibeke ran, very fast, far, far away.

By the time dinner was served, I was on approximately my 93rd shot of akvavit, happily munching my pork chop, when I was seized with drunken bravado. “I really should try that,” I said to Tordis, my Norwegian host mother. “Can I have a bite?”

All other conversation ceased. “Are you sure?” Tordis asked.


Moments before the lutefisk attacked, the evil bone was captured on film, dangling from my fork.

As I held the fork up to my mouth, I got that same sickly feeling you get as you climb aboard a roller coaster, wondering if you are about to become violently nauseous. I wanted to back out but everyone was watching. A quivering glob of what looked like jellyfish dangled menacingly from my fork. Mind over matter, I thought, and shoved it in my mouth, intending to gulp it down so fast, it wouldn’t register on my taste buds.

That’s when disaster struck.

There was a bone. One of those needle-like fish bones that pokes you in the tongue and gets caught between your teeth. I had to dislodge it from my mouth before I could swallow. The lutefisk sat there while I wrestled with the bone. It wrapped itself around my tongue like a lye-flavored python, attacking every taste bud. It might have been my only bite of lutefisk in my life, but it wasn’t going down without a fight.

Finally, my mouth was bone-free, and I gulped hard to get the fish down my throat.

I had done it! I could now speak from experience when telling people how horrible lutefisk is. And it was.

To be completely honest though, it wasn’t as bad as I had expected. It was surprisingly flavorless, with a texture somewhere between Jell-O and mashed potatoes. Nevertheless, I did not ask for a second bite.

There are worse culinary traditions in the world. In Athens, a friend once cajoled me into trying chilled sheep’s brain. (“It’s a Greek delicacy,” she said.) In Iceland, specialties include sheep’s testicles, and shark that is buried in the ground for several weeks until it’s rotten. No lye is required. They just dig it up and wash it down with their local firewater, called Black Death. Scotland has haggis, made from a sheep’s stomach lining. In America, we have egg salad sandwiches from vending machines that are kept warm by 40-watt light bulbs for an average of seven months before anyone eats them. (They taste fine as long as you swallow them whole without removing the plastic wrap).

So Norway is not the only nation with frightening cuisine. Nevertheless, it saddens me that lutefisk has become representative of my heritage when most Norwegians can’t stand it.

An article in the Seattle Post-Intelligencer earlier this week reported that Seattle’s Norwegian community is in mourning this holiday season because for the first time in decades, not a single Seattle restaurant will offer lutefisk. The article quoted Kathleen Knudsen, editor of the Western Viking newspaper, as saying, “The Norwegian community is in a state of shock.”

Speak for yourself Kathleen.

The holidays are stressful in many ways, and every year at this time, I see interviews with psychologists warning that not all holiday traditions are good for you. “Move on, and make your own traditions,” they say.

So for Norwegian-Americans suffering from lutefisk withdrawal, fret not. It’s time to move into the modern age like the real Norwegians have. I have just returned from the grocery store. I am happy to report there are plenty of frozen pizzas to go around.

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Published on Wednesday, December 12, 2001

22 Responses to “Make Love, Not Lutefisk”

  1. Sandy Gridley
    October 11, 2012 at 5:16 AM

    My grandparents came over here from Norway over a century ago and settled in Minneapolis. I gagged my way
    through 18 Christmas dinners until I went far away to
    college. Actually I only tasted the stuff once, which
    was plenty. My dad always kept a good supply of Aqavit in the freezer. I am very happy to hear that current day Norwegians are not continuing to choke the stuff down – thanks for a good laugh.

  2. Lori Jenkins
    November 21, 2012 at 6:49 AM

    In response to your torturous experience with lutefisk, I myself am an american Norwegian, I grew up with it, and love it, never have I needed to choke it down, even when I was a picky 5 yr old back in 1965. I live for the first sighting of it in our local grocery store, usual b/4 thanksgiving, and eat it several times with creamed peas and lefsa….by myself of course!!

  3. November 30, 2012 at 5:46 PM

    Ahhhhh….that’s a great post! I’m getting set to write a post about lutefisk for my new blog this morning…and ran across your post while checking to see what was “out there” on the web. Growing up in a Norwegian household, I thought that was just part of Christmas…that, for one night at least, your kitchen was going to smell like vomit. We (my sister and I) always ate swedish meatballs while my parents ate their “treat”. I don’t remember them ever going to the refrigerator to get any leftovers to warm up, though. Thankyou for your post… Peter Rorvig

  4. Diana
    December 2, 2012 at 6:36 PM

    A friend suggested I read up on what Lutke is and that led me to here (thankfully). I found myself laughing at your experience and descriptions, thank you!

  5. Viljo
    December 11, 2012 at 1:57 AM

    My mother would get a big box of lefse from her sister in Western Norway, er, Wisconsin once a year and then run right out and buy a big blob of lutefisk to boil up for about two weeks. My sister and I would grab some lefse and butter and live on it in the backyard for those weeks while our mother inexplicably ate the glop, which I was shocked to learn after several years had actually been fish at one time.
    I’m not sure what our father did during lutefisk season, but I can’t remember him physically being in the house even once while it was cooking. If I actually came across the stuff nowadays I guess I’d probably try it, in the same spirit in which I have tried sea urchin, chicken feet, and shrimp heads…pure masochism.

  6. Sunstone
    December 15, 2012 at 4:00 AM

    I absolutely LOVE lutefisk. As soon as it arrives, I buy up as much as I can. Thee most succulent and tasty food in the world!!!! My mouth waters just thinking about it.

  7. Chris Kilgren
    February 12, 2013 at 6:09 PM

    I, as a Scandinavian decendent here in the U.S., was subjected to Lutfisk once a year in my younger days.
    I wasn’t sure what to think about it… it was pretty strange.
    Being of Swedish decent, I had mine boiled in a cheesecloth.
    I would like to try some of the Norwegian stuff baked in tin foil.
    I don’t know if it is much better that way, but it certianly couldn’t be much worse, now could it?

    Actually, I lived in Alaska for several years and ate plenty of Cod.
    And pickeled Herring too of course.
    Mmmmmmmm… pickled Herring…

  8. Chris Kilgren
    February 12, 2013 at 6:10 PM

    I, as a Scandinavian decendent here in the U.S., I was subjected to Lutfisk once a year in my younger days.
    I wasn’t sure what to think about it… it was pretty strange.
    Being of Swedish decent, I had mine boiled in a cheesecloth.
    I would like to try some of the Norwegian stuff baked in tin foil.
    I don’t know if it is much better that way, but it certianly couldn’t be much worse, now could it?

    Actually, I lived in Alaska for several years and ate plenty of Cod.
    And pickeled Herring too of course.
    Mmmmmmmm… pickled Herring…

  9. Diane Steele
    December 18, 2013 at 7:32 AM

    I have jubilantly eaten and/or prepared and eaten lutefisk most of the 65 years of my life in honor and salute to my mother’s Norwegian heritage and traditions. In fact, it is a right of passage for anyone thinking about joining the family! It’s acqavit that levels me — drank it once, in serious moderation and spent the next day in bed!

  10. butch
    January 10, 2014 at 2:51 AM

    hi dave–
    got a kick out of the article. i’m also from mpls. of norwegian descent on my maternal grandparent’s side. funny, i’m pretty adventurous when it comes to food…i’ll try about anything, but growing up i dont remember a single person in our family, or friends, serving lutefisk. i guess you either love or hate it, most norwegians evidently hating it. still, tho i no longer live in the midwest, if i get the chance to try it, damn it, i’m gonna. since i already love many ‘odd’ foods others can’t stand, i have a feeling i’d be in the minority and actually like it..cheers! butch

    • Rod Rongstad
      November 28, 2015 at 10:55 AM

      you’d probably eat it. most responses to it are WAY over the top. The flavor is actually pretty benign. Essentially tastes like the cod that it is. It does have soft, I guess you’d say gelatinous texture . I just don’t understand what besides the texture there is to be so worked up about. It’s not fermented,old or spoiled.

  11. The horror that is lutefisk
    April 23, 2014 at 8:10 AM

    Once, when I was about four years old my Swedish/German grandma (god forgive her) came up to me with a sly smile on her lips and a twinkle in her eyes.

    “Try this,” she said. “It’s good.”

    So me, being an overly complacent child took a massive bite…

    And immediately started screaming. In my memory, I hear her maniacally laughing as I spat it into the sink.

  12. April 29, 2014 at 4:24 AM

    Lol. I love lutefisk. It’s one of those things that I guess you either like or you don’t. My mother’s side is Norwegian and they have eaten it on special occasions for generations. To me, I don’t smell or taste anything strong, it tastes just mild and buttery-and I don’t normally like fish… it’s interesting that people seem to either think it smells and taste very strong, or not seem to be able to taste or smell much of anything at all. Must be some taste receptor that some have and some lack. With me, the smell of salmon is far more gag-inducing

  13. Steve Chisnall
    November 23, 2014 at 8:42 AM

    Lutefisk may be nasty but there’s something worse. Surströmming (Fermented herring, which ferments AFTER it’s sealed in the can, making it BULGE). Some Scandanavian buildings ban serving the stuff indoors because of the hideous stench it gives off.

    And in Japan, there’s Fugu, that species of puffer-fish with a potent neurotoxin, which means you have to sign an insurance waiver if you want to eat any. It’s the ONE dish in Japan that the Emperor is FORBIDDEN from eating.

  14. Debra Donaldson
    April 15, 2015 at 9:04 AM

    While watching Chopped on the cooking channel they had lutfisk in one of the baskets. I was wondering what it was so I looked it and found your blog. I have never laughed so much and made ill at the same time. Great write up you have a fantastic since of visualation and taste . loved it.

    • April 15, 2015 at 9:12 AM

      Thanks Debra! For years, this has been one of the most-read articles on my website, though not everyone likes it. Out of all the hate mail I have ever received, this one was my favorite, from a guy named Dale in Spokane, Washington:

      “Please don’t call yourself an Norwegian-American. I’d have a book burning (of yours), but that means I’d have to buy one.”

  15. Matt Fox
    July 30, 2016 at 9:59 PM

    That was hilarious! I’m neither Norwegian nor Swedish- Irish, actually. I asked a Norwegian buddy of mine what lutefisk was and watched him turn an odd share of green as he tried to explain in between dry heaves. He never finished explaining what it was, so I did what everyone else does- ask Google and I found this. Man, I laughed so hard my kids thought they might have to permanently commit their lunatic old man to the mental health facility. Thanks for the laugh!

  16. Eric H. Prell
    December 17, 2016 at 4:23 AM

    Fantastic article Dave! After reading your article bout Lutefisk, I can almost taste it, lol! It sounds like you have a most colorful family.. Thank you for the laugh today..

    Eric Prell

  17. Brenda Bree
    October 14, 2017 at 12:00 AM

    As an Englishwoman originally hailing from London, I was brought up on jellied eels, whelks, cockles and winkles (at Sunday tea time). As I grew older I would wash it all down with glasses of Double Diamond. I would put that against Lutefisk and Acquavit any day. I expect you would find the jellied eels especially horrible, Dave xx

  18. Nhan Nguyen
    October 23, 2017 at 2:34 PM

    Excellent! A fun read Dave! Thanks for telling me about the article! Nhan

  19. Dave Bjork
    November 2, 2017 at 3:07 AM

    I’ve got some bad news for you Chuckles.

    What you ate was garbage. No Viking in his right mind would touch that stuff. It’s vile. Lutefisk to Vikings was dried cod restored to nearly a fresh state. If it is not like fresh cod. It is NOT Lutefisk. Fish Jello is made by modern idiots who don’t have a clue what they are doing.

    But don’t feel bad. I grew up with my Grandmother trying to shove that down my throat too.

    When I became an adult and an amateur scientist I experimented and found the truth. It’s really quite fascinating, what the Vikings achieved that no one knows about today. They could turn dried, hard as a bone fish into fresh fish to eat all winter long.

    Our ancestors were no dummies.

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