Mind you my Mother came from Han****, on the north west part of the UP and we as kids going up there to visit our grandparents we were exposed to all kinds of horrors and delights. I posted one such adventure here but I failed to find it again.
The cuisine is unique in that part of the state because of the people from all different walks of life working closely together. Mainly people from the UK settled the area followed by finlanders, swedes, Croats, Germans Serbians and even Africans. The cusine was a mixture of these elements, for example I always thought that the bread that my grandmother made was form the old country and come to find out it came from Africa.
Now as kids we had to visit the old people, freinds of the family and they would as usual put on a big spread. Sometimes it was great food; I knew what beef wellington was before I was 8 because it was always made and served when we visited my grandfathers supervisor's family. Other times it was horrible; like the haggas on Robert Burns day (which I wrote about).
So as a kid and before I hit 10, I knew what Lutefish was and how it was made, I knew of course what pasties were and how to make them and we we so used to asking for things by their names we didn't think where they came from;
Kanelbule - cimmonon rolls
Lussekatt - saffron buns
Pettuleipaa - Bark Bread
there was a candy maker turned miner who would make what we called vinefish, which were actally called winefish and was gummy fish. He had a thick accent so the W's were alway V's. We have all kinds of great deserts to eat but there was always a balance to deal with - good vs. evil food.
It was the fish, the horrible fish that got us kids. We didn't like the reindeer roast or the pork and rabbit stew but it was the fish. I was at a drop a while ago and I smelt something that brought back a lot of memories, it was a foul stench that I have been so afriad of smelling that I had to go back to my truck and vomit. This stop had some finlanders working there and they were enjoying a day out in the sun eating their fish, surstroming fish. Now Moot can confirm this, it is herring which is fermented in a can, rotted in the can to be exact. It is an undescrible smell and when we had it as kids, we were all sick for the rest of our vacation - didn't want to eat a thing. It is served outdoors (when we had it, it was winter time and we didn't dare complain about the cold). We had to eat it, no choice and we also had the salmon version of it which I understood was local, not ethinic.
So they eat funny things.