Lefse Stories

Favorite Lefse Story…

Submitted by Sera J. Stevens

Favorite Lefse Story…

My son Nick (who had never tried Lefse in his life)…. I had to “twist his arm” to try it after explaining what it was made of and him insisting it should be “hot” with something “salty” on it like a patato pancake!!!! Needless to say, he ate the entire two pack I had purchased (covered with pear butter and brown sugar) and I had to go back for more for the rest of the family…It has now become something I have to keep in the freezer for when his friends come by so he can “share” this new found food which he dearly loves!

2013-09-27T20:12:52+00:00By |

Everyone learns to cook Norwegian style!

Submitted by Dixie Fox

Our Norwegian heritage is celebrated here in California every summer with a family reunion. We range from 50-175 people each year depending on who is able to come, we have been having these annual reunions for over 30 years.

We decided one year, that we should pass the traditions on to the younger generations, so immediately we bought a new electric Lefse grill and had my grandmother and great aunt give us lessons on how to make Lefse. They continued making and teaching Lefse well into their eighties and nineties! And, if they were to tell you, they only taught in the true Norwegian way! (they were both 100% Norwegian).

We have of course by now gone through many lefse grills and sticks! And we decided we should learn some other types of Norwegian cooking. One year we all submitted recipes to one of the cousins and he made us three volumes of cookbooks!

Since the internet, we have purchased so many cooking utensils from LefseTime! We are now proud owners of Almond Cake pans, Lefse Grills, Krumkake Grills, and Kranskake pans! We set up a special table at each reunion with all of the pans, grills, utensils, we have a designated instructor to teach our youngest Norwegian’s how to make true Norwegian fare! Everyone loves to cook Norwegian style!

So far though, no one is ready to attempt it, so we have passed on Lutefisk making….UFF DA!

2017-11-13T22:43:31+00:00By |

NORWEGIAN POWER, Eat lefse

Submitted by Clara Hare

It was December 10, 2008.  I needed lefse.

Not that I can eat lefse myself for as many of you know I am a celiac, intolerant to oats, wheat, barley and rye. Intolerant, but not allergic for if I were allergic I could just swallow a pill or drink some other medication and keep on eating. I can not even make lefse for inhaling the dust of the sifted wheat flour is enough to wreak havoc on my small intestine. But that is another story!

I needed lefse because my second grandson, Dylan, was having an Ethnic Appetizer Christmas Party at his school, Glenmore Elementary. Everyone was to commit to a different country. Dylan immediately said: (as his teacher told me later) “My Bestemor is a Norwegian. I’ll ask her to make us something which doesn’t have wheat flour because she is a celiac.”

Lefse would have been ideal, but I had not yet practiced making it with bean flour.  Where do I get real lefse, but from the Sons of Norway! Here’s where the real story begins.

It was December 10, 2008 (my mother would have been 105 that day if she had not died thirty years earlier; that’s another story!). December 10 was the Sons of Norway lefse making morning at Richter Hall. My husband, Carl, went to the hall to buy lefse for 30 pupils. “They all helped me,” he said. “They even wrapped the lefse in tea towels after picking out the best ones.”

The evening before his sixth grade party, after his homework was finished, Dylan came over (‘came over’ because we live next door to each other in the same house with a double garage between and a long deck along the back of both our homes. But that is still another story!) He came over to butter, sugar, cinnamon, roll and cut the lefse into two inch pieces. He used a ruler. He carefully arranged the lefse on my silver platter with a Norwegian flag and a “NORWEGIAN POWER, Eat lefse” button in the center. He covered all in saran wrap and put it in the fridge. Dylan borrowed a tie from Carl, his Da, (Carl is Irish) to wear with his white shirt, black dress pants and polished oxfords.  He was going to stand behind his lefse at the display table and answer questions.

The next day after school, Dylan ran across to my side. “It was a HIT, Bestemor!  The lefse is all gone, all 50 pieces. We could have used much more. Some kids took more than one piece, even though we were supposed to sample only one of each! All the teachers came in and ate some, too.”

But the real end of the story, I heard later that evening.  Before he had left for school that morning, Dylan had offered his father, my son, a piece of lefse. His dad had thought he meant lutefiske and  refused.

2017-11-13T22:43:31+00:00By |

Successful church fundraiser

Submitted by Megan Hogstad Jamestown, ND

I recently (six months ago) took my first call as a Youth Minister in Central North Dakota. I am also new to the lefse experience. I love to eat it but had never made it. The church I serve makes lefse as a fund raiser for our youth.

We made plans for the Saturday before the Christmas program to make the lefse. I gathered the church recipe and distributed it to any who wanted it and then told everyone when we would meet. I showed up at church that Saturday morning with coffee and donuts for everyone and we started in on the 60 pounds of potatoes everyone had mixed up the night before. We had 7 griddles going at one time and we never blew a fuse. We considered it a minor miracle. In four hours I learned how to mix the potatoes with the right amount of flour. I balled up the potatoes to be rolled out. I am a very good roller and I’m proficient at grilling and turning.

We enjoyed the fruits of our labor by eating the “bad” sheets that were not fit for selling. Sunday morning we counted before we began selling. We had 88 bags of lefse. There were five sheets to a bag. WE SOLD ALL 88 BAGS IN 7 1/2 MINUTES! For the next four weeks our youth and the congregation could not stop talking about how good our lefse turned out. We already have requests for next year! A few weeks later for Christmas I received my first lefse griddle and all the tools to go with. I look forward to trying it out.

2013-09-27T20:12:52+00:00By |

Our Family

Submitted by Kathleen Alme

My 3 sisters & I get together every year a little before Christmas to make lefse. We each bring our own batch of mashed/riced potatoes & then proceed to roll out & fry the whole business – usually ending up with about 25 dozen lefse and lots of flour on ourselves, the floor and everywhere else. We take turns being the ‘rollers’, ‘mixers’ and ‘ballers’ (those who make the right sized balls of dough). We recruit younger family members to be the ‘fryers’ so they can learn the trade. In the early days there were some interesting mistakes. One sister added flour to her potatoes while they were still hot and when we tried to fry her ‘lefse’ the result was oddly crisp – we called it ‘flatsa’, a cross between lefse and flatbread.

We have great fun with the ones that end up funny shaped – “This one looks like Texas!” and have to eat all the ones that are ‘not good enough for company’.
Good times had by all.

2013-09-27T20:12:52+00:00By |
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