When asked the waiter about the popularity of reindeer in Iceland, he delightfully regaled us with the yearly tradition of auctioning off a reindeer. I imagined it to be like pardoning a turkey or a save the wildlife fundraiser. But no.
The winner of the lottery gets to kill the reindeer and do anything he/she wants with it--eat it, sell it to restaurants, feed the homeless (imagine for a moment being homeless in Iceland--during winter. Later it was determined that my assumption was wrong. The lottery is to get a hunting tag for the opportunity to kill a reindeer, much like we have deer tags here in the Northwoods.
But Vixen tasted REALLY good.
The Icelandic version of tiramisu |
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