Not long after I was assigned to the Southwestern Minnesota Synod, I had a realization that chilled me to the bone.
If we stayed in Minnesota for more than few years, my as yet unborn child would learn to play not “Duck, Duck, Goose” but “Duck, Duck, Gray Duck.” (Pro Tip: all you Minnesotans are playing this game wrong.)
Luckily, Minnesota has other cultural delights. Yesterday, Zoe got to experience a great one:
Lefse-making with some of the ladies at Beckville. Zoe and I were not much help–I bagged the completed lefse while she ate candy corn, rearranged paper cups and toothpicks, and caused one piece of uncooked lefse to hit the floor. You’re welcome, lefse makers!
This kind of cooking requires way more precision than either of us can handle. I was mostly in it for the fellowship. And the chance to taste some broken pieces hot off the griddle. I can now confirm that this lefse is delicious, and everyone should come buy it at Beckville’s Fancy Cookie Sale on December 3rd.
See? I helped.