Lefsa has been a long standing tradition in my family and I remember my mother and aunt making it when I was a child. So after begging for a lefsa griddle for Christmas a few years ago, I thought I should continue the tradition. I convinced my sister she should be a part of this wonderful tradition and she honored to be asked. (At least in my mind) We had fun doing it for a couple of years and one year she even brought a Krum kaka iron and really went crazy. The last couple years it hasn't worked out with her and now with her being in Kurdistan it's not even an option so I have had to continue the tradition with out her. One year I tried to make it myself and it was just too difficult and no fun at all so what's the point in that? So the next year I tried to co-horst my lefsa loving husband into helping. Well, he wasn't as attentive as I thought he should be, and he thought he could make up his own rules so I had to let him go before things got ugly.
This year I found a new partner. One that knows her way around a kitchen and took her job every seriously. Our daughter, Michele, turns out she a natural when it comes to making lefsa. Perhaps it that Norwegian from both sides of the family.
The lefsa gets rolled nice and thin.
Then baked on a hot griddle and is gets laid to rest.
Lefsa resting.
Lucy resting.
Warm lefsa with butter, cinnamon and sugar, yummy, it just doesn't get any better.
2 comments:
Hmmmm....I need to get you together with my sister in Cambridge! She makes lefsa too. But then, it sounds like your daughter is a natural!
Yummy:) What a fun tradition to have with your family. I also love the picture of Lucy resting. Happy Holidays! Jenna Louise
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