Family may be small or large, near or distant, quirky or mundane, but would you trade them for anyone else in the world? I hope not! I treasure our traditions and that no matter the circumstance, we have each others back. We have learned to laugh at ourselves and each other. Celebrate the good times. Get through the bad times. Realize how fortunate we are each and every day, because we have what is most important of all...LOVE!
“Other things may change us, but we start and end with family”
“Family is the most important thing in the world.”
"A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no aw, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path."
"In family life, love is the oil that eases friction, the cement that binds closer together, and the music that brings harmony."
Each year as Thanksgiving and Christmas approach, my Grandma, Mom and I get together and make the Lefsa. We have Norwegian lineage, our way of embracing that, is to have this traditional side dish. A lot of time and heart goes into making this simple, potato, butter, and flour based treat. I look forward to this tradition each and every year. Always trying to explain to friends what it is, and they can not comprehend spreading sugar and butter on a potato based 'tortilla looking object.' I just smile and laugh, guess you have to have a little Scandinavian in your blood to enjoy it!
The Story of Lefsa:
Now Den, vot you know bout dat....
Did you know that lefsa was invented by the norweigen Vikings...
Von day, dey vent and was going to raid Ireland.....
Vell they got over der, but they couldn't suprise dem
Irish people cause they were making too much noise coming across
the Nort Sea from Norway.
When they got to the shores of Ireland, they tried to land
But couldn't. You see the Irish heard them coming and began
throwing their potatoes at
them darn vikings so dat the cud not land. Vel by golly,
do you know vat. They load that ship with all the potatoes
dat got trowed at dem, pulled out their oars and finally got back
to Norway. When they got there they played aroung with those
potatoes and came up with a bread, and called it LEFSA.
They had a big party that night, day got out that old foul smelling
fish and put it on Lefsa and that is where the Lutefisk Supper vas
born...........My Grate, Grate, Grate, Grate, Granfodder was on that
ship that raided Ireland.
I'm sure glad they brought it to America other wise we would not have
Lutefisk Suppers Today.