Served warm, with a slather of butter, too, of course.
In old Norway, before the mumerous imports of food now available, this and other grains and flatbreads would keep through the winter.
A very nostalgic item for me - My Dad and I would drive all night, almost 500 miles on treacherous winter roads to visit Grandma and Grandpa and cousins,aunts and uncles for Christmas holidays.
When I was too little to watch while we drove, we'd take the train, riding in sleeper cars, sometimes eating in the dining car.
A throw back to post war America when passenger trains were abundant.
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ReplyDeleteIt brings tears to my eyes, by golly!
Okay, googled lefse. Now must get some breakfast.
ReplyDeleteWonderful picture/poem.
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Served warm, with a slather of butter, too, of course.
ReplyDeleteIn old Norway, before the mumerous imports of food now available, this and other grains and flatbreads would keep through the winter.
A very nostalgic item for me - My Dad and I would drive all night, almost 500 miles on treacherous winter roads to visit Grandma and Grandpa and cousins,aunts and uncles for Christmas holidays.
When I was too little to watch while we drove, we'd take the train, riding in sleeper cars, sometimes eating in the dining car.
A throw back to post war America when passenger trains were abundant.
so soft a poem for the hard life in the picture...good haiga Williams :)
ReplyDeletenice reading the note as well,
wishes,
devika
This and your earlier one with the shoes--both terrific. The shoes are intriging. They don't match.
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oh, I get it. I thought it was a typo.
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