Traditions weren’t a tradition with me, originally. My family did little in the way of them that I recall. In fact, thinking here, now, I can remember only one significant childhood tradition, and that was the serving of lutefisk at Christmas and Thanksgiving. Neither my sisters nor I carried it on in our families. Although, at the Solom’s annual Christmas Eve dinner, not so long ago, I had several helpings of Marion’s excellent lutefisk, if only to honor my mother’s love for it and, surprisingly, acknowledge its strange allure now upon me at my late age. A North Dakota friend of mine is fond of saying, "Lutefisk can also be enjoyed in all the months other than those ending in 'r'." Yet, I've noticed, the majority of first-timer lutefisk eaters either don't finish their samples or don't ask for second helpings. Why is that? About five years ago, my wife and I started the tradition of gathering our family in St. Cloud, for an Easter buffet. This year’s