Out on the farm for Christmas, my Polish relatives made awesome treats and foods, full of sugar and sweetness.

The freezer was full and the old wood stove worked hard.

Now in town for Christmas, my Norwegian relatives brought lutefisk and lefse. I was a sad kid, yuck.

So we all tasted the lutefisk, oh my that was bad. Now it’s time for lefse, I am nervous.

My relatives all showed us kids how to butter the lefse and then sprinkle with brown sugar. Wow, that was yummy, and the memory makes me think of cousins and Christmas fun.

Peace, Kris

PS: my spell check did not know the word “lefse”