Lefse making

 We went out to Waconia today to make some lefse.  Erik got to mix butter into the mashed/riced potatoes. 

 He didn't really like how it felt on his hands.  Erik won't try lefse.  Not even one bite when he is offered a candy bar if he eats it.

Adin, on the other hand, asks every 15 minutes, "Can I have another piece of lefse?"  Lucky for him, Grandma's policy is unlimited lefse on the day we make it. 

Joe, Lois and I rotated through the rolling and frying, with the two of them doing the lion's share.  I did my best to keep the boys out of the way, although it didn't go so well.  Oh well.