Submitted by Carol Beck

My son Adam could never get enough lefse. It was always “when are you going to make lefse, Mom?” I would take a day to make the lefse, which he would devour in no time. When his daughter got to grade six he phoned long distance to ask for my lefse recipe. Alexandra was to take a treat to school from her heritage. I attempted to dissuade him–but he was adamant, so I gave him the recipe and the instructions. When I phoned him the next day to see how it went he was proud of his accomplishment – even though it took him a full day. He was happy that the other students loved his lefse, but was chagrined that neither he nor the teacher were quick enough to get a piece! Since that time he has been much more appreciative of the lefse that I make, even leaving a little for his Dad.