Tradition Part II

At first I count ten seconds, flip, fifteen seconds, flip... wiggle the spatula under the lacy web. Transfer to white towel, wrap around metal tube, place seam side down to set. But after a few, you get into a rhythm and the krumkake speaks to you. Flip me now! I'm ready! Okay, not really, but I was definitely in the groove.

There is nothing more pleasing than a perfectly cooked krumkake, perfectly picked up, pirouetting around the metal form. For some strange reason it makes me feel a connection. I'm not sure if that comes with mastering a new thing or sharing in an experience of my ancestors.

Either way, it was a delightful way to spend my Christmas afternoon.