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Then, finally, the light starts to stay a little longer, the days are a bit warmer. Soon there'll be sheep to tend, crops to plant, fish to catch. But first you want to blow off a little steam, run around the farm a few times in your underwear, and gather the neighbors to feast on what's left of the season's rotten shark meat and charred sheep heads. You'll dance and sing about love and elves and pour shot after shot of thick potato liquor through your beard, thanking Thor that you've survived another winter in Iceland.
Even in Iceland fish and meat spoil if they aren't preserved, and in the days before electric refrigeration this was complicated by the island's lack of salt. The strong foods served at a Thorrablot--slatur, a haggislike blood pudding, and hrutspungar, or pickled ram's testicles--reflect the tradition of preserving food by smoking, pickling, or burying it. The most daunting example of this is hakarl--rotten shark meat that has been buried on a beach or soaked in water for several months until it turns into something like an overpowering fish-flavored cheese, with a fearsome smell. "Usually, your first reaction is that it's terrible," says Steinsson, who loves the stuff.