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[misslicorice]

I have a strange relationship with snow. As much of a pain in the ass as it is, it's kind of pretty and it provides me with something to complain about, which is always fun! Plus, it makes me feel like some kind of Arctic survivalist/explorer when I have to plow through deep drifts of it. I like to pretend that when I get home, I have pickled

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[msgraveyarddirt]

SPEAKING OF PICKLED HERRINGS...

...I need your address so I can send you a Christmas card (graveyarddirt@gmail.com, plz?).

(PICKLED HERRINGS = CHRISTMAS because they're one of the 12 important dishes that has to be present on Sviata Vechera (Holy Supper). It's a Ukrainian Christmas thing that I TOTALLY DON'T GET AT ALL AND I SPENT MY ENTIRE YOUTH IN FEAR THAT HERRING WATER WOULD SPLASH ON ME AND I'D THROW UP ALL OVER THE PIEROGIS.)

[spcake]

Yay pickled herring!

[misslicorice]

Have you tried it? D:

[spcake]

No. Josh gave me a jar almost a year ago and I've been too scared to eat it

[toxic_siren]

...and a Toki to be your little house-bitch and feed you the aforementioned Nordic delight?

Acutally, scratch that. Pickled herring was the bane of my childhood existence. My Swedish grandmother used to force-feed it to me every Christmas on the shittiest Swedish "hard-tack" crackers with caraway seeds.

Not as bad as lutefisk, though. For that there are no words. *shudder*

[misslicorice]

YOU MANAGED TO MAKE MY DAYDREAM BETTER! Why the hell didn't I think of that? I could certainly use a house bitch.
I first discovered lutefisk on a list of the most disgusting foods in the world. Other things on the list included wriggling, dancing maggot cheese and duck eggs that are eaten with the little fuzzy baby duck inside. D: