We old ladies got together yesterday at Cher's and made a little lefse. It's quite a process. After mixing just the right amount of flour to the potato mixture Grandma shaped it into little patty's.
I tried my hand at rolling it out but we'd STILL be at it if I hadn't turned it over to Cher.
Once it's about as thin as you can get it, it has to be loaded just right onto the paddle to move it to the lefse griddle.
It only takes about a minute on each side...unless, of course you can't get the paddle under it to get it flipped!
Jill was the runner for transporting the lefse to the done pile under a damp towel. She might have been practicing for a shift at Pannekoeken by the sounds of it!
When all was said and done we had 57 lefse. (That word seems to be like "deer". Even in it's plural form you don't add an 's'.) Grandma won the prize for having the closest guess. Tony came out to the kitchen with a snicker on his face and said "only a Norwegian could be so excited about lefse!"
2 comments:
fun video blog!
you know, i have never tried lefse! maybe i should've come and helped!
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