And yet another reason why I love the Dope. There’s a bastion of pickled herring lovers! Sweet mother of Og, I have found my people.
Pickled herring in either wine sauce or cream sauce served with saltines and cold Budweiser was a treat with my dad. Absolutely NO one that I currently know has any appreciation for pickled herring. I may go so far as to say they despise it and my breath when I eat it.
Gonna go get me some herring. Happy Father’s Day, Dad!