St. Thorlaks's mass (Þorláksmessa), but we are not eating rotten fish! ------------ Wanna buy me a cup of coffee? Check out my page on ko-fi: ko-fi.com/ivargu.
I suspect many cultures eat traditional foods not too appetizing as at the time there wasn’t anything else to eat. If pizza had been available in 1198 it would beat fish by a long shot.
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These videos and all the content you create are gifts. Takk takk Ívar. Knús frá Írlandi, *við breyttum c í r. Or the "s", depending on the language you're speaking.
Does Ray taste much different to Hàkarl? That wasn't too gross imo, but I do love Vegemite though, so 🤷🏻♂️😅 Merry Christmas anyway, Ívar, and thanks for the entertainment in the lead up to it 😎
Yeah, it's different. I actually like hákarl, in the same way as I like mature cheese. But Skata is just... foul... and the texture is icky, to put myself at risk to sound like some kid ;)... but Merriest of Christmases back to you!
I managed to choke down a couple pieces of Hakarl, I can’t imagine another delicacy tasting worse. 😳. Merry Christmas! ✝️🎄🎅🏻✨
I suspect many cultures eat traditional foods not too appetizing as at the time there wasn’t anything else to eat. If pizza had been available in 1198 it would beat fish by a long shot.
precisely. Those things are usually born from scarcity of some sort.
The wonders of ChatGPT:
In shadows cast by the midnight moon,
A mystery emerged, a gift to us, a boon,
A box concealed, its secrets held so tight,
Whispering tales of hot stuff, in the silent night.
For a month it lay, enigmatic and obscure,
Intrigue and curiosity, it did endure,
Its presence felt, a puzzle to be solved,
By an unknown hand, its contents evolved.
The box, an enigma, wrapped in mystery's shroud,
Its origins concealed by a nameless cloud,
Who dared to send this cryptic delight?
What fiery treasures lay hidden from sight?
Each day we approached with eager hearts,
To unlock the secrets, reveal the arts,
A month went by, a slow and patient wait,
As anticipation swirled, we could hardly abate.
On day one, a spicy note, a hint of what's in store,
A chili pepper's essence, a fiery uproar,
Then came the sauces, blazing with desire,
Igniting our taste buds, setting them on fire.
Weeks passed, and each unveiling brought surprise,
Ghostly peppers and habaneros in disguise,
A cornucopia of heat, a scorching delight,
From the depths of this box, emerging in the night.
A nameless sender, a giver of this heat,
Their identity hidden, a tantalizing feat,
Yet their gift, a testament to their burning passion,
For the world of spice, and fiery satisfaction.
With each new day, we reveled in the blaze,
Exploring flavors in a spicy, fiery craze,
This mystery box, a treasure trove untold,
A gift from the shadows, an enigma to behold.
And as the month unfolded, the truth was revealed,
The sender's identity no longer concealed,
For in the end, it was not just hot stuff they sent,
But a mystery shared, a fiery testament.
In the box, we found not just heat and spice,
But the joy of discovery, a sense of paradise,
A mystery unveiled over the course of time,
A gift that warmed our hearts, a secret sublime.
These videos and all the content you create are gifts. Takk takk Ívar. Knús frá Írlandi, *við breyttum c í r. Or the "s", depending on the language you're speaking.
I truly appreciate that, and am glad to hear you enjoy. Best wishes back to Ireland - the land of my forefathers :)
I like Wasabi too 🔥🥵
Does Ray taste much different to Hàkarl? That wasn't too gross imo, but I do love Vegemite though, so 🤷🏻♂️😅
Merry Christmas anyway, Ívar, and thanks for the entertainment in the lead up to it 😎
Yeah, it's different. I actually like hákarl, in the same way as I like mature cheese. But Skata is just... foul... and the texture is icky, to put myself at risk to sound like some kid ;)... but Merriest of Christmases back to you!
Ew weird texture lol- ok thanks, good to know! Cheers 😎
hehehe was good