lefse, anyone?

Each November, the Proses gather to participate in a family tradition.  The past few years, I have missed this weekend due to grad class or pregnancy.  This year, I was intent on learning the process of making lefse.  Early Saturday morning, I packed up the kids and T (honorary Prose), and traveled to Pine City.  Making lefse is no joke.  Rita had the Prose kitchen set up with six stations.  Wes prepared the dough, T, Rita, Stephanie and I rolled, and Eric was in charge of the griddles.  The kids ran from one end of the house to the other, and tried not to get hurt.

We laughed a lot.  We made a big mess.  And, we each went with home with bags of lefse.  Tradition.