The hands of this novice lefse maker work the dough, roll it out, and throw it on the griddle. A pinch amount of cursing flavors the batch to pieces of parchment that are lefse-like and quite edible. The family cleaned up the first batch at Thanksgiving and now will get a second batch at Christmas.
A lady told this story on Lena's lefse making. Talking on the phone, Lena told her that snow was falling and was almost waist high already. The temperature dropped way below zero with an increasingly strong north wind blowing. Of course, Ole has done nothing but look through the kitchen window while she made the lefse. She said if it got much worse she may have to let him in the house.
To give my mother a little excitement, I called her as Mary had her hands in the dough and said she was doing it again. I believe she thinks we are upstarts and probably never will get it right. She always had a variation of this lefse poem hanging on her kitchen wall above the stove:
Yew tak yust ten big potatoes. Den yew cook dem til dar done. Yew add to dis sum sveet cream. And by cups it measures vun. Den yew steal tree ounce of booter, an vit two fingers, pinch sum salt. Yew beat dis werry lightly, if it ain’t goot--it iss yer own fault. Den yew roll dis tin, vit flour. Light brown on stove yew bake. Now call in all Scandihuvians tew try da fine lefse yew make.
A lady told this story on Lena's lefse making. Talking on the phone, Lena told her that snow was falling and was almost waist high already. The temperature dropped way below zero with an increasingly strong north wind blowing. Of course, Ole has done nothing but look through the kitchen window while she made the lefse. She said if it got much worse she may have to let him in the house.
To give my mother a little excitement, I called her as Mary had her hands in the dough and said she was doing it again. I believe she thinks we are upstarts and probably never will get it right. She always had a variation of this lefse poem hanging on her kitchen wall above the stove:
Yew tak yust ten big potatoes. Den yew cook dem til dar done. Yew add to dis sum sveet cream. And by cups it measures vun. Den yew steal tree ounce of booter, an vit two fingers, pinch sum salt. Yew beat dis werry lightly, if it ain’t goot--it iss yer own fault. Den yew roll dis tin, vit flour. Light brown on stove yew bake. Now call in all Scandihuvians tew try da fine lefse yew make.
