By Joseph Christofferson

Lance Fisher

Photo credit: Lance Fisher

                                      I never liked lefse, never liked the way the sugar crunched against
                                      my teeth. You showed me how to put meat and cheese on it. People
                                      think I'm crazy for doing this. I guess their grandmothers didn't
                                      know what you knew.
                                      
                                      Today my wife and I make our first batch. I have your griddle.  She
                                      rolls with her grandmother’s lefse pin.  I have been wanting to make
                                      lefse but couldn’t remember how. I made it with you so many times in
                                      your kitchen when I was young. The only advice I remember you giving
                                      was, “Until it looks right.”

                                      What exactly does right look like?

                                      I add flour to the bowl of prepared potatoes. Like you, I use my hands
                                      to mix it in. I feel the stickiness leave. Little by little, the dough
                                      takes form. This is what you meant. Not sticky but consistent. Soft.

                                      Buttering rounds of the final product, we try a sample. My father smiles
                                      and looks amazed.  He says it tastes just like yours. Deep down, I really
                                      hoped it would.  Your griddle still knew how. My blood was still Norse. 
                                      You taught me these things meant something great.

                                      I roll thin slices of summer sausage and cheese into the warm round. It
                                      looks right. If anyone would agree, it would be you.

 

Lance Fisher

Joseph Christofferson is a junior at Bemidji State University pursuing a degree in psychology. He has been writing poetry for about ten years. He grew up in Park Rapids and now lives with his wife Kelsey in Bemidji, where he enjoys spending time with family and being outdoors.