HEY, is that LEFSE???

Why yes, it is. Homemade lefse, made by yours truly.

Yes, I know I said this blog was for pictures of my kids...but indulge me. The new camera is irresistable. And well, if you're a Minnesotan Norwegian...or even if you're a NORTH DAKOTAN Norweigian, you'll understand that lefse is also irresistable.

This is a photo montage of a displaced Minnesotan Norwegian who loves her lefse. No one, save for one acquaintance, even knows what lefse is here, so please forgive the makeshift utensils...I know it will make many of you true Minnesotans blush (you silly folks!)...but what's a die hard lefse lover to do?.

3 hours away in some suburb of Seattle there is a whole neighbourhood of displaced midwestern Scandahooligans that 1) KNOW what lefse is (and celebrate it) and 2) actually sell all of the wonderful devices for making things like lefse, krumkake, rosettes. I daresay one could even purchase lutefisk there...but I'm not THAT diehard.

Anyway...drool over my lefse, cuz you're probably not going to get to eat it. PBBBBBBBT!!

OH...yeah...what is it? It is, essentially, mashed potatoes (made with BUTTER and WHIPPING CREAM) mixed 2:1 with flour then rolled out on a floured board and grilled much like a tortilla. It doesn't taste like a tortilla. People eat it spread with butter and sprinkled with sugar (cinnamon sugar if you like spice...but with the flour and all...it's spicy enough ;) ). The new fangled thang is to use it like a wrap for sandwiches. I prefer sugar and butter.