I went to my local Trader Joe’s today after my sister alerted me to another post here about lefse. I was overjoyed to find it on the shelf. I have been asking Trader Joes for 20 years to stock lefse. Sometimes my father brings it back from Minnesota but my grandmother is 95 and doesn’t make it anymore. I tried and it was an abysmal failure and I don’t have the proper tools now.

I don’t want to dox myself or the lovely people who helped me but my crew member went above and beyond for me, she found some in the back and some more at another store. I have enough to share with my family. It has been a difficult couple of months for me and this was such a bright spot. At checkout, I joked with the crew member that I was not insane, with my cart of lefse and some produce. She knew lefse, her sister in law is from Minnesota. We might be the only Minnesotans in this town, far from home. I showed her a photo of my sister and I ice skating in our back yard when we were children.

I opened it as soon as I got home. I ate it cold with nothing on it. It smelled right. It tasted like home and family and childhood.

Thank you, Trader Joes. Your crew members are always so lovely. Sometimes you don’t know how much your kindness or a product might mean to us. Or maybe you did when you saw a grown woman shrieking ‘LEFSE’ and hugging a bag of potato flat bread in the bread aisle. Thank you. ♥️

One of the best days I’ve had in a while - Lefse