Did I tell you that I have a bit of Norwegian heritage? I do, although it has mostly been passed down through culinary traditions that we bust out for the holidays in the form of lefse, a potato-inspired tortilla from Norway eaten with sugar and cinnamon sprinkled on the top. Oh, and, yes, there was infamous lutefisk that must have appeared at festivities in my Dad's family in the past. We were handed some pre-packaged lefse snacks leaving the university earlier this week. Not the same as the homemade variant, but still pretty tasty!
This is an aimless blog that gives voices to small joys, quirky happenstances, everyday occurrences, and occasional pesterings as the author navigates her life paths as an educator, transplanted Wyomingite, traveler, and curiosity seeker.
Wednesday, September 06, 2017
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Nothing like the real thing!
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