**First put good cheese in stinky sock. Bury in manure...

I can remember a photo hanging on the wall of the home of my randparents. The photo was of a barn in the mountains of Norway. My grandmother said that as a young girl, she spent the summers up in the mountains milking cows and making cheese. My father told me that was one of the reasons she had such strong hands. Her family's farm in Norway was apparently large enough that a man on a horse could not go around it in a day. But alas, primogeniture in Norway meant a daughter got none of that on the death of her parents.. so off to America and the plains of South Dakota. The begining of the Uff Dah movement in South Dakota which turned into a peculiar arm of the political parties in South Dakota.

One of my other memories was coming into my grandfather's house years after my grandmother had died. We could smell something like a rotting dead animal in the house. Looked all over for the source of the stench. Finally found it in the refrigerator in a small white porcelain-like jar. Gammalost cheese. See the link below for more than you will want to know about this Norwegian cheese. Needless to say, I never acquired a taste for the stuff.

LINK-- More than you want to know about a sock buried in Manure

I am also not a real fan of Lutefisk..although I do like the melted butter that must be poured over it to make it edible. The link indicates the modern versions of the cheese don't stink like the old stuff. As for lutefisk stinking, my father told of dogs pissing on the dried cod on racks in front of the store in Volin, SD during the winter. Delicious stuff.

**Stay tuned even if your taste in exotic cheese runs the full gamut from Velveeta to Cheese slices individually wrapped and "made of American Cheese Food"--- Doug Wiken