Lefse Wednesday Lives On.

Traditions.

Some I can maintain. Others I cannot.

Early on I described letting go of the annual cutting of our Christmas tree.

I attempted it that first year after losing Adam and it was just too much.

When you are calling in favors for literally everything, a process like that is overwhelming.

The finding, the tromping through the snow, the sawing and cutting, and oh - getting it on and off your vehicle, securing it for the ride home, and wrangling it into the house.

All of it was a struggle.

We moved on to a lovely fake thanks to Balsam Hill and it suits us well.

We put it up together and love how big and full it is.

My sisters and I grew up making homemade lefse at Thanksgiving and somewhere along the way “Lefse Wednesday” was born. 

If you’re unfamiliar with lefse, think potato tortilla slathered in butter and brown sugar. There are some who top it with white sugar (true sacrilege), or even cinnamon and sugar, but you haven’t lived until you bite into a piece of warm lefse, fresh off the griddle, with butter and brown sugar melting in your mouth.

We’ve been hosting Lefse Wednesday the day before Thanksgiving for quite a few years now and it is one tradition that keeps rolling. Everyone brings an appetizer and I make Adam's Grandma's hot wine and we get to work. 

When the kids were little, it was harder. They needed so much attention. Now – they know just what to do.

Walter mans the griddle. The girls take turns rolling and making samples for everyone to try. So many friends, neighbors, and family members join us as we roll through pounds of potatoes.

We got some new Lokstad lefse gear at Potato Days in Barnesville this summer.

We’ll be ready to roll for years to come!