Lefse Stories

What memories!

Submitted by Ann Hupe – Kenai, Alaska

I stumbled across your website. What memories!

My mother’s side of the family is Slovak, however, we eat lefse, too, anytime we can but definitely for Good Friday, Easter, Christmas Eve, and New Year’s.

My most favorite but my last memory of my Aunt Kathy was Easter Week in Toronto, Canada. My husband and I came over early to help with the week as my Uncle Paul was a Lutheran minister at the local seminary. Easter was very busy at their place as they host Good Friday and Easter Sunday for all the seminary students who have no family to go home to.

And did we make lefse! Over five hundred, we counted, for just Good Friday alone.

My cousin Anna Ruth had flown in from Chicago where she and two friends had netted whitebait, a very small fish that resembled tiny anchovies but tasted like ocean perch when quickly deep-fried. That, with the lefse, was a very memorable meal. Our favorite topping was browned butter with or without brown sugar. I liked the browned butter and sour cream. Definitely not for those with weak gallbladders.

Believe it or not, we did consume all five hundred lefse on Good Friday. Saturday was the day we made even more for Easter Sunday.

Now my cousin Janet has the equipment, so I’ll have to get my own as soon as some bills get paid. Thank you for such a wonderful website!

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Making lefse years ago

Submitted by LD Bauerly

Hi, I use to make lefse many, many years ago (mid-1950s) with my mother. We would have to cover all the doorways in the house with sheets or close the doors. We had to make them on a gas stove with 2 flat griddles and keep adjusting the flames. When they got too hot, the flour would burn and smoke up the house! My mother never had all the nice equipment to make the lefse. Now I have mastered the making of the lefse and have done so with the grandkids. They have loved lefse since they were old enough to chew. Now the granddaughters are helping me and are doing a great job. We eat the first batch and make the next one for the holiday dinners. We usually start early in November and enjoy all the fun we have making them. I have a lot of the equipment and enjoy the making of lefse as well as eating. We have many members in the family that all eat them in a different way. My husband likes peanut butter on his. Yuk. He is not Norwegian!!!! Kids like cinnamon and sugar. I like sugar and real butter. My folks use to eat them with lutefisk. Yuk.. I am Norwegian but do not like lutefisk. We have many fun times making them. I always remember the first times helping my mother though with the smoke going throughout the house from the burnt flour. I can’t imagine the women in the really olden days making them on cook stoves!!! Wanted to share just a few things with you all.

Thanks for reading.

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Uncle knows best

Submitted by Mark Metzler, Winona Minnesota

My Uncle Allie was a towering man. He stood 6-4 and had broad shoulders. A hard-working farmer and great baseball player, he wasn’t the type of man who you’d normally think would love being in the kitchen.

But he loved to bake. He’d make breads, cookies and cakes. His favorite was lefse. Each year he’d bring a big bag for my family, and each year we’d finish it off in a hurry. As I grew older, and especially after his wife died, I’d stop in to see him whenever I was in Stoughton, a town famous for its Norwegian heritage.

As the years went by, he continued the tradition of giving my parents a big bag of lefse, and my brothers would help my mom and dad polish it off. I never got enough, and I think he sensed my disappointment. After all, he was my godfather, and he was suppose to watch out for my well being. So, during my trips to his house he’d pull out another bag for me a bag that I would put in the trunk of my car and take to wherever I was living at the time.

“Don’t tell your brothers. We don’t want them to feel bad,” he’d say. I never did. But now I feel a little lonely. It’s not because my brothers didn’t get enough lefse as far as they know, they did. It’s that I never asked him to teach me how to make lefse.

A few years ago he died, and I no longer have that secret bag to take with me when I leave town. Certainly being without my Uncle Allie has left a gap in my life. Still, whenever I have lefse especially great lefse like I get from lefse time there’s a moment when I’m transformed, and I can see my uncle standing in front of me.

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Lefse smells good

Submitted by Rose M. Shea, Wenatchee, Washington

My Aunt Josie used to make lefse for local grocery stores back in North Dakota. I can remember coming into her home and watching for like seemed hours as she mixed up the dough, rolled it out on her board and laid it out in her lefse pan to bake. Then she would remove it to let it cool, then fold it to fit into the wrappers for the stores. Her home always smelled of lefse and as a 1st grader I so loved going to her home. This is the reason I purchased my own lefse kit this past December, so I too could make that great smelling lefse for my family right here in our home.

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Adam loves lefse

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.

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