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mmm, lefse. And beer. mmmm, beer.
I might not see eye to eye with S4's family all the time, but boy do the Lindbergh ladies make some awesome lefse. My Norweigan great grandma would be glad.
Between all the specialty hardware required for lefse-making, and the more-different specialty hardware for making krumkake, plus the proliferation of waffles that I noticed when I was in Norway, I wonder how much crazy cooking gadgetry the typical Scandinavian kitchen must contain. Granted, I've still never had such wonderful breakfasts as I had when I stayed with host families in Norway. It was really quite amazing, the spread they had every single morning. Two blocks of cheese, always- the white cheese and the brown goat cheese- fresh breads, a plate of vegetables and cold cuts and seafood, nutella, tea, juice, waffles... I thought all of this on the table in the morning was just because we were guests, but it turned out to be not uncommon throughout the five or so different homes we stayed. It was so sweet, one place, they got us corn flakes, because we were American and that's what they guessed we'd prefer. Otherwise, I had my fill of open face cheese sandwiches with a piece of red pepper and a sprig of parsley. Being vegetarian was not always the easiest.
Is 10:30 too late to make cookies?
Maybe.
I might not see eye to eye with S4's family all the time, but boy do the Lindbergh ladies make some awesome lefse. My Norweigan great grandma would be glad.
Between all the specialty hardware required for lefse-making, and the more-different specialty hardware for making krumkake, plus the proliferation of waffles that I noticed when I was in Norway, I wonder how much crazy cooking gadgetry the typical Scandinavian kitchen must contain. Granted, I've still never had such wonderful breakfasts as I had when I stayed with host families in Norway. It was really quite amazing, the spread they had every single morning. Two blocks of cheese, always- the white cheese and the brown goat cheese- fresh breads, a plate of vegetables and cold cuts and seafood, nutella, tea, juice, waffles... I thought all of this on the table in the morning was just because we were guests, but it turned out to be not uncommon throughout the five or so different homes we stayed. It was so sweet, one place, they got us corn flakes, because we were American and that's what they guessed we'd prefer. Otherwise, I had my fill of open face cheese sandwiches with a piece of red pepper and a sprig of parsley. Being vegetarian was not always the easiest.
Is 10:30 too late to make cookies?
Maybe.
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