Then Friday came. Apparently "proper" lefse-making can be a two day process. 8 potatoes through a food mill and some butter, sugar, and cream later, we basically had sugared mashed potatoes. So we anxiously awaited Saturday.
Saturday did not disappoint. Sandy patiently taught me the correct rolling technique, and taught Matthew the correct flipping technique. Easy right?
Wrong. 3 hours later I was still rolling my way through 8 potatoes-worth of lefse. Matthew had disappeared to another room and my trusty pie-helping sister Grace was on flipping duty. Remember her? She's so sweet. Regardless of the back pain it caused, our expectations were met. We
Californians beware: there is lefse in your future.