I wrote this pretty decent blog today and hit a button and it disappeared. That's how the day has felt; I just want this to happen, but, that happens instead! Went to lunch with one of my sisters and we tried a new restaurant. It was horrible. So, that was one of the the 'thats' that happened instead.

Eating lefse was one of the goals yesterday at the KC Ethnic Festival. I went to hear my nephew and brother in law play their bagpipes and if I was feeling daring, sample some exotic cuisine to boot. The bagpiping was excellent. I felt especially proud considering it was in the mid-90's degree wise and they were wearing wool. I was wearing rayon and cotton and sweating like somethin.

Despite a weak breeze, we were able to smell various foods from around the globe. We made our way to the 'Sons of Norway' booth and tasted some lefse with ligonberry jam. Was it as good as Grandma Hazel's? No way. Not by a long shot. But, it was good.

I have committed to learning the art of lefse. My sisters and I are committed to learning the art of lefse making and getting together this holiday season to make it. Our grandma, Hazel, always had lefse at the dinner table.

We would go up to Lobster Lake, in MN to visit in the summertimes, and we might as well have been on a different planet. Cows, horses, crops, well water, a dock, a pontoon, a tire swing... for us city kids, this was all heaven on earth. We loved spending time up 'north. Lefse was one part of the prize.

For those of you who don't know, lefse is the equivalent to the tortilla. It is a potato bread, fried very thin on a griddle and used for whatever you want. It is a bit sweet, and the floury texture makes is especially yummy. I remember Grandpa Adolph rolling up his lefse like a burrito, stuffed with whatever we were having for dinner, probably including fried fish caught in the lake, potatos, vegetables from the garden, whatever. I was hooked immediately.

So, that is a longterm goal, or, perhaps, a medium-term goal: I want to make lefse. My beloved Aunt Alice in Brainerd, MN holds the recipe from grandma. I am going to ask her for it, and we are going to get going on it.

So, the dog, Cinnamon, gets out and runs everywhere. I bought two large rolls of chicken wire-like fencing to put up along the bottom of the gap in the fence. $100 later, it better work. This dog who weighs probably like 5 lbs. is becoming a major pain in the rear end. Errrrrr.....

But, still, lots to be grateful for: healthy kids, healthy sisters, good friends, a roof over our heads, a car that works and a healthy dad. A big piece of lefse, though, right about now, sitting on the back porch and listening to the loons on Lobster Lake, would make it even better.