My husband was Norwegian so I had to learn to bake some of his favorites. This is Kringla. Mine aren't pretty or dainty, just big fat wonderful tasty things. I was in the family almost 50 years before I found out there are 2 family recipes and they are totally different. I always wondered why mine didn't taste like my sister-in-law's. Then I found out I had my mother-in-law's recipe and she had an aunt's recipe. I still haven't tried the other recipe even though I have it. Some day....
I baked 2/3 of the recipe last night and will bake the rest this morning.
I finished my flannel pillowcases and got most of the center of the triangles flannel quilt sewn. Yesterday was my day to visit Dad and he was in good spirits. He always asks me what my brother is doing and asks my brother what I am doing so we know he still knows who we are.