The Icelandic Canadian - 01.05.2008, Blaðsíða 38

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THE ICELANDIC CANADIAN
Vol. 61 #2
were "burnt" in a live fire to get the hairs
off the skin.
Flatkokur. Flat, thin rye-bread, eaten
with butter.
Rofustappa. Mashed boiled sweetened
vegetable roots which I don't know the
English word for.
Lundabaggar. Meat-rolls made of
lambs-meat and soured in mysa.
Flrutspungar. Rams testicles soured in
mysa.
Kartoflumus. Mashed sweetened
potatoes.
Raudkal. Red cabbage of some sort,
boiled and sweetened.
Hakarl. Kaestur shark. In many coun-
tries shark eat men, in Iceland, men eat
shark.
Kotilettur. Lamb-t-bone, for kids
who can't eat the thorra-food.
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Svidasulta. Lambs-heads, chopped
down into a pate, soured in mysa.
Grisasulta. Pork-meat, chopped down
into a pate. This is a modern innovation.
Hardfiskur. Dried fish, eaten with but-
ter.
Blodmor. Blood-pudding boiled in
lamb-stomachs, sown around the pudding.
(4- 6 inches in diameter).
Lifrarpylsa. Pudding made out of lamb
liver.
With this we drink beer, red wine, cola
or whatever, but later in the evening some
drink brennivin (spiced alcohol) with the
shark.
I, as usual, am a sucker for the shark
and the lambs-heads. Everyone in the
house has bad breath after dinner, as the
shark has a rather strong odour.
Many young people are in the house,
so alcohol is not sold, even though you can
bring it with you. The teenagers who come
to the Thorrablot here are having their first
dance with the grown-ups.
The house is filled with relatives and
the kids have to behave and not drink too
much, so it is a good celebration for them
to "learn the rules".
After having eaten for a while, and
laughed a great deal, the showtime starts.
The people from the neighbourhood that
organize the blot this year go on stage and
tell funny stories about everyone. ( no one
is left out, so no one is offened at becoming
the laughing stock.)
Games are played, old songs are sung,
and I get a bellyache from laughing so
much.
The celebration started earlier in the
evening, but at midnight the troughs are
carried out into the cars and the dancing
begins. Often there is a man with an accor-
dian, this years there is a man with a syn-
thesizer and a singer. Soon there are 16 -90
year old people dancing together, having
fun, and the music isn't too loud, so there
are chatting people everywhere.
At 3 am when the dance is over few
people are in the mood to go home, except
the drivers. But that is no wonder, they
didn't drink, poor things.
I almost had hestakaup with a neigh-