Gluten-Free Lefse (A New Old Tradition)

Gluten-Free Lefse

Lefse (and now gluten-free lefse) is all about tradition.

Justin’s family has been making lefse (pronounced leff-suh) since I’ve known them (and for a very long time before that). Every Thanksgiving they pick a home, tote over their Norwegian gear and paraphernalia and spend the evening grilling what is probably most easily described as a tortilla made from mashed potatoes.

I know, it doesn’t sound amazing. But it is. And Thanksgiving just wouldn’t be the same without it.

But alas, I’m gluten-free and lefse recipes call for flour and I was a little daunted by the idea of mixing my own gluten-free flour.

So I cheated a bit, bought a premixed gluten-free flour, made a few adjustments to our normal repertoire and am pretty happy with how they turned out. :)

The Gluten-Free Lefse Recipe

One important note about making lefse: It’s not an activity, it’s an event.

It takes several hours to make  and cool the mixture and several more to cook it all up. So if you’re going to attempt it, invite friends, plan to rotate shifts at the griddle and the rolling pin and provide a meal (you won’t want to be waiting around for the lefse to be finished all night).

Ideally, you’ll want a few specialty tools for this (we found ours here), but I’ll try to offer alternatives as well.

Specialty Tools:

  • Potato ricer (alternatively you can try to mash them by hand if you’re very thorough in getting out the lumps, or you can check out these ideas)
  • Pastry board covered in a pastry cloth (I’m still not convinced you couldn’t just use a hard, floured surface)
  • Rolling pin with pastry sleeve (or floured rolling pin)
  • Lefse turning stick (or for this recipes you could use a spatula or a few well-placed hands)
  • Lefse griddle, large hot pan or stovetop griddle
  • Two large towels or cozies for finished lefse
  • A few awesome “It’s Lefse Time” t-shirts or “Lefse is Beautiful” aprons, if you’re a true die-hard

The Gluten-Free Lefse Version:

5 pounds of potatoes, peeled and diced
1/4 cup of butter (we used salted; I’m not sure it matters)
3 tablespoons of heavy cream
1 and 1/2 teaspoons of sea salt
1 and 1/2 teaspoons organic evaporated cane sugar
1 and 1/4 cup all-purpose gluten-free flour from Gluten-Free Pantry (if you’re not gluten-free, use regular all-purpose flour)
Several more cups of flour for dusting

  1. Boil the diced potatoes until tender. While they are still hot, put them through a potato ricer to remove the lumps.
  2. In a large bowl mix well the riced potatoes, butter, cream, salt and sugar. Let this mixture cool to room temp.
  3. Once cooled, mix in the flour. Form a few lefse “logs” and stick these in the fridge for a few hours.
  4. When you’re ready to cooking, tear off a tennis ball size chunk of dough. On your floured surface, roll the dough out as thin as possible into circles.
  5. Cook on a hot, unoiled griddle (between 400-500 degrees) until each side browns, popping any bubbles as you go. Place the warm lefse between towels or a cozy to cool. You can store them in the fridge for a week.

Lefse made gluten-free

Some Notes on Gluten-Free Lefse

With regular lefse, you can usually make fairly large pieces (larger than a dinner plate), but with gluten-free lefse we found it would tear if we rolled it out larger than 6-8 inches in diameter. Also, if we rolled the dough out too thin, it would get crispy on the griddle. Lefse crackers do not win points for creativity in this family. ;)

The edges of the lefse turning stick didn’t agree with our gluten-free dough, so I found it easier to loosen the lefse from the pastry board with the stick but use my hands to carefully pick it up and transfer it to the griddle.

And we found the gluten-free lefse is best eaten warm to prevent tearing; the cold lefse tended to fall apart at the folds. (The photo above was from lefse that was folded when warm, then refrigerated, then warmed again; it just fell apart – still yummy though!)

Next year I may try some different things to see if we can improve upon the recipe at all. But for our first try, we were both happy with the way it turned out. It tasted just like traditional lefse! :)

Traditionally lefse is eaten with butter, sugar and cinnamon. But my favorite is slathered with butter and rolled up with leftover turkey inside. Yum!

If you try the recipe, let me know how it goes!

What Thanksgiving traditions did you share this year?

On Trusting Our Kids (and Their Candy)

Halloween Booty

This is the candy Zeb got from two trunk-or-treat events and one night of trick-or-treating.

Or I should say it’s all the candy he has left.

From Friday through Tuesday he probably ate another grocery bag full. Because of all the sugar in his system he ate little else during that time.

Was I worried? No.

Okay, for a minute there on Tuesday I began to wonder. And we certainly had a discussion or two and offered him plenty of other foods.

But mostly I just waited.

Was it hard? Yes. Even though I trust Zeb to find his own limits and listen to his own body, that little Bad Parent voice tends to chirp up and ask “What will other people think?” I’m pretty proud of how well I told that voice to shut it’s trap.

Because no matter what common parental rules dictate, I know a happy, healthy child will not choose candy forever.

I know my child rarely chooses to eat that much candy. I know all humans will experiment with their own limits. And I know Zeb needed to experiment with his own.

And sure enough Tuesday evening he put his pillowcase of candy away and hasn’t touched it since.

He has instead requested and had all the food his body thrives on:

  • salmon
  • cod
  • nearly a gallon of grass-fed raw milk
  • tomatoes with sea salt
  • lots of water
  • oatmeal
  • green smoothies
  • grass-fed beef
  • (Oh, he also bought himself a hot dog at the park, but said it didn’t really hit the spot.)

Halloween is fun. Candy is fun. Sugar is fun.

And our kids should have fun.

They should also be allowed to decide and learn for themselves their own limits. And we should be okay with those choices, even when they don’t match our own choices.

Our kids don’t have to have our own value system or beliefs. It doesn’t always need to make sense to us. We don’t even need to be comfortable with all their choices.

We just need to trust that they will do what makes sense to them.

Because they always will.

What’s been your experience with Halloween candy?

Real Food On The Road

Breakfast of Champions
Breakfast of Champions

I’m not into food dogma, the “rules” that say if you eat this you’ll be healthy and live longer and if you don’t eat it you’ll live a miserable, disease-ridden life. And sadly, I’ve heard nearly those exact words.

What I am into is “instinctual” eating: tuning into your body and eating what makes you feel best at any given moment. Unfortunately, I think many of us lose those instincts amongst the myriad of fear-based teachings, blatant misinformation and cultural bias (as well as upbringings that taught us tings like The Clean Plate Club and extrinsic control of our bodies). I’ve found it important to research all sides, try things on for size and choose what makes sense to me.

I also feel within the bigger picture of Life there is no “right” or “wrong” and I often wonder if we’re all so determined to find a fountain of youth because we’re really just afraid of death.

All that being said, the three of us instinctively gravitate towards what is commonly referred to as “real foods”. The definition of that is somewhat obvious: no processed or genetically-modified foods, but also lots of fruits and veggies, pastured meats, fermented foods (like sauerkraut) and so on. On top of that, I personally feel fantastic when I avoid gluten the it’s Black Death (which it tends to feel like) and eat enough grass-fed beef to keep my joints feeling fantastic.

We also tend to eat seasonally. Summertime means mostly raw fruits and veggies with a small amount of pastured meats and very little dairy. In the winter I crave heavier meals, more meats and potatoes and lots of raw dairy. Zeb and Justin are fairly similar to me, but their meat consumption stays about the same year-round and Justin’s body never wants dairy.

I do feel there are foods that have been created to warp the hell out of our instincts, things like appetite-enhancers, sugars and bad fats can confuse us into wanting more initially. But I’ve found that if we indulge those cravings with both good and bad sources, our bodies will learn from the contrast and naturally desire the best versions for our needs.

Some things that make sense to us:

  • We need fat: Kids especially need a lot of fat, but so do adults. It’s good for our brains, our joints, cell production and our reproductive systems. Not all fats are bad.
  • Sugar is not the enemy: Sure processed sugar leaves us craving more, but that doesn’t make things like honey bad. And I do think our bodies can tell the difference between real and processed sugars given the opportunity to learn.
  • It’s as much in our heads as our stomachs: Things like fear, judgment, and personal issues around food – or gratitude, enjoyment and consciousness – create and prevent more disease than any one way of eating.

Yes, I feel we’re omnivores by nature. Yes, Real Foods make sense to me. Yes, I totally respect when something completely different makes sense to other people. Diversity is beautiful! What I don’t respect (and don’t tolerate on my blog) is the bullshit condemnation thrown around by certain foodie groups. Seriously, that kind of hatred or judgment is going to kill you long before the worst of foods possibly could.

Real Food On The Road

Now on to the topic at hand: Finding real food sources while traveling hasn’t been easy. Sometimes we’re stuck with a local supermarket (or ::gasp:: Walmart Supercenter).

We especially enjoy eating locally, like trying crawfish in Louisiana, eats brats in Wisconsin and Tex-Mex in New Mexico. And we do what we can for the rest:

  • Local Harvest hasn’t been as helpful as we had hoped. CSA’s aren’t usually open to transients and farmer’s markets keep falling on the days we’re not passing through. But it’s a resource, regardless.
  • Farmer’s markets are our best bet when we can find them. We stock up on things like freezable meat and cheese when we can.
  • Green People helps us find local (and sometimes tiny) health food stores, especially useful for resupplying things like gluten-free items.
  • Connecting with locals has been key. They know the farms and farmers and neighbors with an abundance of backyard chickens.
  • When we have no other option but a nearby Walmart, here’s what we choose:
    • avoid the Dirty Dozen
    • avoid any animal products
    • choose lots of fruits and veggies (occasionally we can find organic items, like greens or tomatoes)
    • choose unprocessed grains, like rice or quinoa
    • Zeb and Justin have found the few loaves of bread free of HFCS (Nature’s Own and Oroweat)
    • comb the aisles for the occasional display of organic or gluten-free “specialty” items

Of course we also have to meet the needs of a very selective 11 year old, a gluten-free eater and, well, Justin will eat whatever. Some examples of our most common meals:

  • Rice and veggies (can’t get much more simple than that)
  • Salads with pastured chicken
  • Gluten-free pasta with either spaghetti sauce and grass-fed beef, or my personal fave, cooked greens, cooked cherry tomatoes and feta cheese.
  • Grilled cheese and tomato soup (I tend to just eat the soup)
  • Tacos! Everybody loves tacos and they can include beans or pastured meat depending on availability

There are some things we have little option over with such a small space. We obviously don’t grow our own food. ;) We don’t make a lot of soups or stocks, soaked grains or sprouted items. Perhaps if our kitchen space included a real counter we would.

It’s not as though any of these things would be impossible in an RV, even in our tiny RV. It’s that we’ve found we can eat whole, pastured and mostly unprocessed foods without the extra time or energy by keeping things simple. And with so much going on while we travel, we like simple a lot.

Do Real Foods Interest You?

Did you know that certain veggies shouldn’t been eaten raw in excess or things like tomatoes and other veggies can exacerbate joint issues? Are you interested in learning why meat should always be pastured, cholesterol and saturated fats are good for you and what constitutes Living Foods and Superfoods?

Food Renegade has a phenomenal learning tool for self-education. It was created with homeschooling kids in mind, but I found it useful for myself and learned so much I hadn’t known before. It really reaffirmed a few things I had been feeling, like why my body didn’t seem to like raw spinach. I don’t support it as a curriculum for kids who aren’t interested in learning about it, but I wholeheartedly support it as a resource for anyone wanting to know more about traditional foods, preparation and even how to eat real food on a budget.

Food Renegade is also offering a Fall E-Course for those interested in learning even more. Full of videos, materials and activities to engage you, the course promises to leave a lasting impression in a fun, dynamic way. Here’s a sneak peek:

Lesson 1:1 Food, Not Nutrients from FoodRenegade on Vimeo.

Again, it was originally designed for homeschooling kids in mind, but it’s open and welcoming to interested adults. Remember, Real Food advocates can be dogmatic, too! Read, research and learn for yourself and apply what fits your body.

And please: If you’re interested in having your kids learn this, but they aren’t interested, don’t force it. We all do what makes sense to our own bodies in any given moment and I find it crucial to validate our children where they are. But I highly recommend learning yourself! Be a life-long learner, soak up the information that is valuable to you and integrate it into your lives in a passionate (but not forceful) way! Be a conduit of information for your kids, bringing knowledge into your home and allowing them to gravitate toward it if it makes sense for them. :)

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Cajun Cooking Experiments

Cajun Smoked Sausage

It seems we’re funny travelers…falling somewhere between feeling like we’re on vacation and resisting the urge to play a tourist. I feel like we’ve been so many places (some of which is already running together) and met so many people (some of whom I’m blanking on their names) and yet we haven’t done very much. We haven’t explored local scenes, delved into local cultures or really investigated our stops.

Thankfully, I also feel like that is changing.

We’re slowing down, not allowing some predetermined date to rush us along the road, taking more back routes and discovering new, amazing, beautiful or just plain fun things along the way. I suppose the first three and a half months have been about growing accustomed to the RV, the regular movement, the new rituals or climates or people in and out of our lives. And now, as we fall into a (albeit somewhat unrecognizable) routine, the country seems to be opening itself to us more…or we to it, truthfully.

While in Louisiana I was inspired (partially by the crawfish) to try my hand at more Cajun foods. Being on a budget means very little eating out for us, but Google is a good friend, and although I have nothing to compare my meals to and didn’t actually make the attempts until we had left Louisiana, I had fun all the same.

One thing I found I liked: Most Cajun recipes seemed to be gluten-free (someday I want to post a gluten-free update, but today is not that day). However, they also call for meats that are very hard to find sustainably raised. We made a couple compromises, of which my stomach regretted. Apparently, once you go grass-fed you can’t go back.

The two recipes I attempted and enjoyed: Crock Pot Jambalaya and Smoked Sausage something or other (minus the call for “processed cheese” and with fresh, diced tomatoes from a “neighbor’s” garden instead of canned). Both were yummy, not spicy at all or even enough, easy to make and easy to clean up. But the Smoked Sausage concotion pictured above was my favorite – one skillet (not including the rice), simple ingredients, and (if I can find a healthy source of sausage) very likely to be made again.

Local, yummy, gluten-free…and best of all, new, experimental, and interesting. For Justin and me anyway. Zeb prefers mostly peanut butter and jelly sandwiches these days. :)

Mudbugs and Madness

Bucket of Mudbugs

I really prefer my food not watching me eat

When in Louisiana, eat at the locals do, right? We made our way down to Mudbug Madness this weekend. Zeb wouldn’t even consider trying it, but Justin and I did. I won’t say crawfish are bad, but I do have two preferences of my food: 1) That it not be so much damn work and 2) That it not stare at me while I’m trying to eat it.

Justin’s also learned the importance of washing the Cajun seasonings off his hands before using the restroom. Ahem.

An alternate title for this post could also be Lonely in Louisiana. It’s beautiful here but I’m seriously missing having a tribe of families to connect with. Our cell phones don’t work here and our internet is limited. We are about an hour from Shreveport and most of our neighbors are retired. There is one family (the friends of Justin that he came to work with) and while they are great, there isn’t much of a deep connection.

All Smiles

We thought it would be rough here but we also thought it would be worthwhile. Justin was promised work at a decent wage, but that turned out to be…well, a blatant lie. >:(

And his trying to hustle other work is leaving him tired and distracted during the few hours he’s home and we’re all feeling the disconnection. I keep asking him why we’re here and if this is fitting within our focus?

I certainly feel like I’m losing my focus. I feel disconnected being here and have a hard time centering myself. But I think this has also taught me something about myself: As highly sensitive as I am to too much stimulation, I thrive best when I’m connecting with people in ways deeper than many are accustomed to. I need that intellectual connection to feel whole. It fills me and allows me to give unconditionally. It’s my Love Language.

Justin’s Love Language is all about physical connection. He’s not a talker and struggles to meet that need of mine. And when he’s tired and I’m feeling close to desperate with loneliness, it’s even harder. It creates a cycle within us of disconnection.

Maggies Hangar BW

I can’t say if Justin is losing his focus while being here. I have to assume that he is here for a reason, learning this lesson of personal value and figuring out exactly what he needs and wants. And even though I think we’re wasting our time, I try to trust that perhaps he needs this contrast of what we don’t want (endless hours of doing something we don’t love and feeling lousy about it) in order to finally know what we do.

I’m ready to leave behind this lifestyle of ascertainment behind us. I don’t care about making a living just for the purpose of making a living. I want to make a life.

But I’m not sure he is there yet. He’s struggling again with feeling as if he “has to provide”, even though what he has to provide is actually much less than his perceptions. I don’t think he understands that our first desire is to simply have him with us, connected, feeling whole and joyful. He’s not that right now and it’s driving us all mad.

I asked him what he would do if he could do anything and his answer was almost instantaneous: He wants to race motorcycles. But as soon as I said okay, he seemed to stall. :sigh: I wish he was a steady blogger so I could occasionally get inside his mind.

Needless to say, I’m ready to leave Louisiana. I want to head south actually. I want to connect with some people in New Orleans and Baton Rouge and I want to see how the Gulf oil spill is affecting things down there.

I want to move onto other things. But I also wonder if we’re here for something that I’m missing. And maybe to sit with this discomfort and learn to connect through the disconnection is what we truly need.