Lefse. Or, if you're Kerry, lufki. Lufki? Maybe he's mixing it up with lutefisk. And I can tell you without a doubt which one I'd rather eat.
We're happy to
interrupt diversify our homeschool morning to make lefse with our Norwegian neighbor! Bea made the dough the day before, as it needs to sit overnight, and she had several balls ready for the boys.
Tate starts by spreading it with his hand.
Gunnar (in red) and Tate (in green) each had a mat and rolling pin to work with.
Bea kept the griddles going...
... while Ralph watched and encouraged.
She's an expert with her special, homemade lefse sticks.
The boys each learned to lift the lefse without tearing, and flip it onto the griddle.
This one is about ready to turn.
For some reason, this lefse reminds me of Australia, but backwards. (The pokey part is northern Queensland. If you use a lot of imagination.)
And here's the best part. Still warm, spread it with butter, and sprinkle with sugar-cinnamon,
... and enjoy :D (And excuse Tate's expression - it's hard to get a good photo of someone eating!)
Yum! If you haven't had lefse, it's similar to a tortilla, but much more tender. Delicious. We're so fortunate with out neighbors :D