Thursday, January 6, 2011

Psst. Let Me Share Something With You About Norwegian Lefse.

This is better tasting than the one below.
 If you're Norwegian, I'd venture to say that you've probably had lefse.  Mom always made it for Christmas.

The only way I'll eat it is with butter spread and sugar sprinkled on it.  I can't explain why, but I absolutely love lefse.  

I've helped Mom make it and I've made it myself, but it's quite a project.  I have so many other interests that draw me away from the kitchen that I can't bring myself to make it anymore.  

Although, this is good too.
Over the years, I've seen lefse in grocery stores but couldn't bring myself to buy it.  I've always felt that it's sacred.  It really doesn't belong anywhere but in the home and stomachs of genuine Norwegians.  I can't tell you why, but lefse looks foreign to me when I see it sealed in plastic, labeled and promoted as if it were just another edible item for sale.

This year, I pushed past the boundaries of my comfort zone.  I picked up a package of lefse from the grocery store cooler, eyed it suspiciously, took a deep breath and finally added it to the contents of my cart.  It looked so fragile there among the meats, fruits and vegetable.   

At home, I put the package on the counter.  I still wasn't sure I hadn't sinned greatly by bringing commercially made lefse into my home.  I even poked it with a fork and when nothing happened, I threw up my hands.  I had no excuse not to try it.

I spread butter and sprinkled sugar on a sheet of it and rolled it up.  I took a bite, chewed and swallowed it.  I'll be damned I said to myself.  If I hadn't bought it myself, I wouldn't have known it wasn't genuine, made at home lefse.

Discovering an easy way to get my hands on lefse is one of the best things that happened to me in 2010.

(By the way, I'm half Norwegian).        


Len♥reNeverM♥re said...

Beautifully written! You get rewarded when you wander out of your comfort zone/boundary! Sounds yummy; butter & sugar combo!

ps: discovered this site recently & thought of you=

Check it out Shaddy, enjoy!

Anonymous said...

Sounds good! I've never heard of it but I'm willing to try almost anything. Thanks for sharing. I'll look for it.

Walk said...

sniff, sniff, I guess I'll never be able to try Lefse since you said it only belongs in the stomachs of true Norwegians. sniff, sniff sniff. I could sure use something sweet.

Anonymous said...

Ah, brilliant post Shaddy! I now feel the courage to go and try the "store bought" lefse! As you know, I am 67% Norwegian, so I'm allowed right? Ohhhhhh I am so glad you shared this. YUM!!!!!!

Happy Friday honey!

Gullible said...

Walk! Listen up!!! You're halfway there. Nothing sweet!

Shaddy: I'm half Swedish and half Lithuanian, and I can't stand pickled fish. As for lefse? Never tried it.

Anonymous said...

I Hate to burst your bubble, but then of course I am full blooded Norwegian, and have also made lefse for years until the last few. I also decided to try Mrsl Olsons lefse. after trying it by my husband and me, guess where it ended up, that's right in the garbage .
Of course everyone's taste is different. Auntie

Shaddy aka Cheryl said...

LENORE: You're so right! I need to be brave more often. Lefse with butter and sugar is fabulous! Of course, what wouldn't be with those toppings.

I think I'm such a fan of lefse because it is a Norwegian food that my brothers and I grew up enjoying, knowing lots of other people knew nothing about it. I'm so glad for memories of all those special times.

I checked out the site you mentioned. Creative writing for entertainment--I'm all about that!! Thanks for the tip and for thinking of me.

DAYNER: Please, please let me know what you think of it. I'd like to know it I'm just prejudiced or if it's really, really good!

WALK: Aw, I didn't mean to make you feel left out. I'll make an exception to the rule for you and all of my followers. Does that clue you in on how special y'all are??!!

SARIE: You're more Norwegian than me. No wonder you're so sweet!

So you've been afraid to try lefse in a store too!!! When you try it, lease let me know what you think. I always loved, I mean really, really loved Mom's lefse and then when I started helping her make it I just assumed the combination of our magic touches just had to make it the very best lefse in the world. To be perfectly honest, I still think it was the best but now I know that other folks can mix it up and roll it out pretty darn good too!

GULLY: Norwegians are known for making lutefisk (made from stockfish) and I can eat it but certainly wouldn't go out of my way to find it anywhere.

Thus, I can identify with your problem regarding pickled fish. Now that's something I've never even heard of.

Shaddy aka Cheryl said...

Auntie Babe: I guess it takes a full-blooded Norwegian to taste the difference. I was so darn hungry for it and not motivated to make it myself. Jared and Lon liked it too.

You might want to try the brand with the troll on the label.

Anonymous said...

yes, my Grandmother made my favorite lefse too. I totally relate to what you said about your mother's, so, if you think this brand is good, I trust you completely! I will be trying it this weekend, by the way....:)

Shaddy aka Cheryl said...

SARIE: I hope you like it as much as I did. With butter and sugar, OMG!!

Natasha said...

Never had it. But I do love tortillas spread with butter and cinnamon sugar, heated just a tad in the microwave, and then rolled up. Yum! Sort of the same? But the potato part sounds very good...

Pickled fish? I knew I had to be pregnant when I was in the grocery store once and a jar of gefilte fish looked SO appealing and I had to buy it and start eating it in the parking lot.

That was the only time. I WAS pregnant, as it turned out, but the episode did make me sick to my stomach and I never ate the stuff again.

Thanks for the food trip!

Shaddy aka Cheryl said...

NATASHA: I bet your tortilla and my lefse are quite similar with the butter and sugar. You have excellent taste!!!

Craving the gefilte fish so much that you opened it in the parking lot reminds me of myself and my fruit bars last summer. Yup, I'd have to open the box and eat one on my way home! I'm sorry your craving for the jar of fish was a mistake and your stomach scolded you for it.

I'm not familiar with gefilte fish but I sure like pickled herring in a jar. Oh yes, I could see myself getting into that on the way home. Somethings just can't wait!