We are darn lucky, Mr. editor, that you came from the Northwest, because that makes you aware of the influence of Scandinavian culture in our society.
This is probably because the great Scandinavian invasion of the United States finally pooped out in the State of Washington. I know you are sympathetic because today, Dec. 26, you published a big article about lutefisk.
Considering that you copied the article off the news wire service, it was okay. You said all the things about lutefisk that people expected to read.
But even though lefse was mentioned in the article, you missed out on the chance to highlight the truly revolutionary symbolism embodied in the very act of eating lefse.
As you probably know, lefse is like a big tortillas, except that it is made from potatoes, flour, butter, cream, sugar and salt. My mother cooked hers on the top of our wood stove. They taste sort of like flour tortillas only different. And when you eat lefse, you rub lots of butter on one side, sprinkle the butter side with as much cinnamon sugar as you can and roll it up tightly. It sure does taste good.
And why is eating lefse a revolutionary act? Well, let me tell you. Can you imagine the outrage that would be felt by those in our society that promote government nutritional standards for children if they found children being fed salt, sugar, butter, cream, wheat flour and potatoes and being told that it was good for them?
(Editor’s note: Lefse and lutefisk are wonderful treats, to be sure, but let us not forget pickled herring, which often is eaten at the same time lefse and lutefisk are consumed. Jars of pickled herring — creamed and plain — fly off the shelves of Scandinavian grocery stores and are eaten on thin, flat rye crackers that taste not unlike the fiber board they use to make Cheerios boxes. What a flavor and texture treat. If you eat pickled herring on rye crackers, followed by lutefisk and a desert of lefse all at the same meal, you are absolved of all your sins for six months.)