Hey Big Fred, that is a perfect description of the makings of a Lutefisk dinner.
Ve always ate it vith boiled potatoes and a chalky white gravy, helped to kill the taste of the Lutefisk. I could always tell vhen Lutefisk vas on the stove. You could smell the stench as soon as you valked in the door. Ve would buy the lutefisk at the local market that vas in a wooden barrel. All the Scandanavians in the area vould come and buy it around Christmas. Herring too, that ve would pickle with lots of onions.