I spent 5 hours last Saturday at the 2nd Annual Lefse Fest. And I rolled around 100 pieces of lefse. My neck and arms were sore all week. The lefse had been packaged in large baggies and I left mine on the counter. I came home one day this week, looked on the counter and there was no lefse bag! I walked into the livingroom, heart racing, and see a lone piece of lefse in the middle of the floor. Then, out of the corner of my eye I see a quick-moving and guilty looking Portugese Water Dog with a full sheet of lefse hanging from her mouth!! All my labor, all my efforts, all my desires, hanging from the mouth of a lefse-loving Portugese dog. Life is not easy.
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