Krumkake is a uniquely Norwegian delicacy
The holiday baking season is officially underway, and we are excited by the recipes we have received in our Holiday Heritage Recipe Contest.
The recipes being shared with us include cookies and bars and Old World favorites like Icelandic Pönnukökur, Bavarian Creme and Croatian Ustipke.
We’ve even had our first international entry, from Lily Erlic in Victoria, B.C.
All recipe submissions are due today (Dec. 11).
The winner will receive a brand-new Kitchen Aid Stand Mixer, and we hope this extra time will entice you to share your favorite generational recipes and stories with us.
Baking for the holidays is a tradition I enjoyed with my mom and sisters when I was growing up, and one that I continue today with our son, Giovanni.
Baking is a terrific way to share your heritage with others, and even though his name might be Giovanni Nasello, my son is lucky enough to have a small amount of Norwegian in his system.
This year one of our goals is to learn how to make the classic Norwegian specialties my mother created every Christmas season: krumkake, rosettes, and sandbakkel cookies.
Afew weeks ago, the Scheels Home and Hardware store in Fargo hosted an event called “Taste of the Holidays,” which featured turkey tastings as well as lefse and krumkake demonstrations.
With our holiday baking goal in mind, Gio and I set out that Saturday afternoon to learn how to make krumkake.
Krumkake means bent or curved cookie, and I can remember watching my mother as she skillfully handled the traditional (and very hot) stovetop iron, nimbly rolling each cookie into a lovely, lacy waffle cone.
Every Norwegian family seems to have their own preferences when it comes to color and texture, and my mother made her krumkake golden brown and paper thin.
The woman at Scheels used an electric iron to make her krumkake, which made the process look so easy it almost seemed like cheating. Her krumkake came out perfectly, and Gio was in love after his very first bite.
We knew that it was time for us to make our own krumkake, and we set off to my mother’s house to borrow her stovetop iron, which has been in retirement since the last of her five children reached adulthood.
Using the recipe we received at the cooking demonstration, we made our batter and eagerly waited for the iron to become hot.
Once ready, we spooned some batter onto the press and closed it.
I nervously guarded the very, very hot iron, becoming increasingly concerned about Gio, or me, getting badly burned.
What started out as a fun experiment quickly morphed into an experience of paranoia, shouted warnings to “stay away from the stove,” and failure.
After almost a dozen attempts, not one of our krumkake was edible.
Uff da! What a waste of a good stick of butter.
Rather than accept defeat, we hopped in the car and sped on over to Scheels to pick up an electric iron.
Twenty minutes later we were happily making beautiful krumkake, with Gio handling the iron as I rolled the cookies, golden brown and paper thin just like my mom used to make.
Note: This is the recipe we received at the demonstration, which is from Mrs. J.D. Midgarden of Hoople, N.D. We added ¼ cup of heavy cream to the batter to create the paper-thin texture.
Home with the Lost Italian is a column written by Sarah Nasello featuring recipes by her husband, Tony Nasello. The couple own Sarello’s restaurant in Moorhead. Readers can reach them at firstname.lastname@example.org. All previous recipes can be found at http://thelostitalian.areavoices.com.