Potato bread is good? The f@ck it is! I ate that stuff almost every damn day of my life when I was younger. I haven't touched it in 5 or 10 years and I will never eat potato bread again!
I'll never forget the smell of my grandparent's house at Christmas. Us kids would all play outside while the women cooked upstairs. The men would be in the basement boiling lutefisk, smoking cigars, drinking cheap beer and farting. We used to dare each other to go down there.
This. When I lived in Colorado and my brother was stationed in Keflavik, the temp was almost always lower at my house than his.
putter, want to taste the ultimate evil? pickled herring!!! I don't go home for Christmas out of fear of that stuff.