Dad managed to orchestrate a day of lefse with Grandma and me. We didn't even fully know his plan until the moment when he had managed to hand off the rolling pin to me and the stick to Grandma and then he disappeared. And there we were - Grandma in charge of turning, me in charge of rolling, Dad in charge of catching us in the act.
It was a precious time, thanks Dad, for scheming to get that all put together.
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From the day Ruby gave me the lefse griddle and stick, I had this in my mind. It took me two years to teach myself how to make the lefse and it warms my heart that the day actually came when two of my favorite ladies could enjoy it with me. Thanks for posting the pics and nice comments.
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