Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Lessons: dreams and blessings

Two of my sisters already have their ornaments in storage, trees on the curb, and the last of the pine needles swept away. I heard reports from friends yesterday that leftover cookies found their way to the trash bin overnight.

It is a sleazy time to be alive and many of us are in a rush to wipe the filth of this past year from the soles of our shoes. We are disappointed in so many people we thought were admirable leaders. We are disappointed in family and neighbors who gladly escorted to power the current United States administration. We have witnessed countless acts of cruelty and sadness and loss. Yet, we are fearful of what is yet to come.

Personally, I am in no hurry to move on from Christmas 2017. 

Christmas, and its constant companion nostalgia, always trigger memories that make me more sentimental than I expect they will. Last week I recalled the year my elementary school choir sang "The Friendly Beasts" for our holiday concert. Our teacher divvied out solos to the more extroverted singers, and we all vied for the coveted "I said the donkey" verse. (I am uncertain why that particular verse was so popular, but it may have had something to do with coming first in the song and that donkeys are the cutest of the lovable manger animals.)

A classmate received the donkey-verse honors, and I was disappointed but dutifully set about memorizing the cow-verse which was to be my solo. I also memorized all of the other verses because I thought it was the most beautiful lullaby ever written, and it was about BABY JESUS so he probably knew all the words too.

The kid who was selected to sing the sheep-verse was out sick the day of our concert. Our teacher scrambled to make sure we could sing the song without the sheep soloist. It was a lot to ask of first and second graders, and we began last minute auditions. I knew it was my time to shine, and I loudly sang out (My unbridled enthusiasm often makes up for my shortcomings.):
Jesus our brother, kind and good
Was humbly born in a stable rude
And the friendly beasts around him stood
Jesus our brother, kind and good.
I, said the sheep with curly horn
I gave him my wool for his blanket warm
He wore my coat on Christmas morn
I, said the sheep with curly horn.
That was the year I had two solos in the holiday concert. While I really wanted the donkey-verse, I was content earning both the cow- and sheep-verses. It was a good lesson about making the most of what you are blessed with even when you don't get the thing you really want.

This lesson brings up other Christmas songs that always fill me with emotional memories. I sang two songs to my daughter when she was small every night before bed. "There's Always Tomorrow," from "Rudolph," which reminds us that today might have been a lousy but there is always a tomorrow for dreams to come true. "Count Your Blessings," from "White Christmas," reminds us that even when things seem dire now, we've come a long way from where they used to be.

Never stop believing in your dreams and always be grateful for what you have. These lessons will have to sooth us as we head into 2018. 

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Cookies, TV, and libraries

Tomte and "Jul" are making the rounds this week!

Saturday we were invited to join the Star Tribune 2017 Holiday Cookie Contest Winners event at the Mill City Museum. So much fun to meet the winners and taste their cookies. Every single bite was delicious, and deciding on my favorite cookie took a lot of thought and ... um, sampling.

Monday, Tomte and I double booked. We spent the morning at Fox 9 Studio with our new friend Wini from Mill City, appearing on the Jason Show to talk about "Jul" and a recipe contributed by the Dalquist family of Nordic Ware fame. Old Fashioned Gingerbread is delicious and simple. Tomte says he prefers television over lecture halls. I hope he isn't getting a big head with his new found celebrity status. (See audience below and spot my buddies Tiff and Chris.)

We wrapped up our Monday with an appearance at the Eden Prairie Library, where my sisters and one sister's entire book club joined us to talk about immigration, Swedes, food, and fun. Obligatory reminder: Have you hugged your librarian today?

The evening ended in time to brave the season's first snowfall. A little cold and snow makes Christmas feel closer.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

23rd Annual Friends Thanksgiving

When your best friends are people you've known for (eh hem) four decades or so, you feel pretty thankful. Some of my besties have been reuniting annually each Saturday before Thanksgiving for twenty-three years. We decided this past weekend that we are the original architects of Friends Thanksgiving (now called Friendsgiving by those NOT in the know), and if not the creators, certainly we are in top running for longest Friends Thanksgiving without a breach.

We've been holding court at K and J's house for years, but sadly they left us this summer for the stormy skies of the West Coast. This year we decided to change things up and head out to eat.

We landed at Alma in Minneapolis, where we gathered in a private room to dine and drink, laugh and catch up. After our feast, we headed upstairs to the hotel where a pajama party raged into the wee hours (with a little help from the bartender downstairs who wasn't at all shocked to see a few ladies in their pjs ordering some Old Fashioneds).


Thursday, November 16, 2017

Childhood magic: marshmallows and trolls

I have a long and storied history with marshmallows and trolls.

Marshmallows were my first treat. My mom would drop a good handful of pastel-colored minis on the tray of my highchair when I was a hungry toddler waiting for dinner. My older sisters would clump through the kitchen and ask if they could have some. On a good day, I might take a bite off one tiny mallow, swallow one half, and hand a sister the drooly bit in my pinched fingers. On a bad day, I'd just shake my head no. They were my marshmallows and I was not usually inclined to share.

And the trolls? Oh how I always loved trolls. Perhaps it began with my imaginary friend, Macaroni. She lived in the fields behind our house on Main Street, and she palled around with this creature who looked like a reptile and a troll had a baby. We called him Alligator. Alligator was quiet, and afraid of our Great Danes, but he was a good sort (although occasionally mischievous). When my family had the rare dinner out, we headed to the Jolly Troll, a smörgåsbord known for its endless buffets and decorated with mechanical trolls. The trolls were fascinating.

Last year I met the Jolly Troll heiress. Carole Jean Anderson is the daughter of the restaurants founders, and she still has a dozen of the guys in storage. When I met the trolls face-to-face, I knew that I wasn't the only one who needed a little troll nostalgia to brighten up these dark times.

Carole Jean and I began meeting with Ingebretsen's owner, Julie Ingebretsen, and the three of us dreamed up last weekend's "Troll Encounters of the Jolly Kind." The event was at Ingebretsen's in Minneapolis, and the trolls (cleaned up thanks to the amazing crew at  Heart of the Beast Puppet and Mask Theatre) took their places around the store, reminding us of the magic of childhood.

Carole Jean performed and told stories about her life with the trolls. We were delighted at the turnout and standing room only crowds. There were tears and laughter as we shared our memories. While the restaurants have closed, the trolls haven't died, yet the event reminded me of a fun wake. More than one guest told me the trolls reminded them not only of the defunct restaurant, but also of Dayton's 8th Floor Holiday Displays, those long gone but not forgotten wonderlands.

When I'm involved with an event, you know there is going to be food. That's where the marshmallows come in! We recreated the infamous Jolly Troll Cranberry Fluff Salad. I wrote about the trolls and the fluff over at Called to the Table this week.

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Trunks, tricks, and treats

Halloween is upon us at last! It's been a heck of a year, peeps, and we need Halloween more than ever before.

Have you heard about parents who take their kids "Trunk-or-treating" rather than walking through their neighborhoods and knocking on doors? Trunk-or-treating events are held in parking lots, with trick-or-treaters wandering from car to car, and receiving treats from adults standing next to their open car trunks. Huh. I guess I am a little skeptical of this phenomenon. The last lesson I want to teach kids is that it is OK to receive candy from a random stranger's car and open trunk. Probably the real reason I am not sold on the idea of trunk-or-treating is because, as I say every year, as long as parents allow their children to trick-or-treat, we will continue to find reasons to trust our neighbors. There has never been a greater need for that, at least in my lifetime.

To remind us all why Halloween is the most patriotic holiday of the entire year, here is a snippet from a 2009 post. Happy Halloween! Enjoy your treats, and be sure to admire every witch, princess, and superhero that appears outside your door.

I start to feel giddy waves of patriotism as soon the Jack-O-Lantern candle is lit and I stand anxiously at the front door with an overflowing candy bowl waiting for trick-or-treaters. Trick-or-treating is democracy in action. 
On Halloween children live out the American dream that you can become whatever you want (as long as you work hard and have the necessary resources). On Halloween we open our doors to both strangers and kids we know, and we share what we have.
I hear complaints that teenagers (some without costumes! gasp) ought not to be trick-or-treating. They are welcome on my door stoop.  Teenagers with pillow cases full of candy are harm to no one. I hear about parents who bring their children to church parties or malls rather than trick-or-treating in their own neighborhoods. As long as parents allow their children to trick-or-treat, we will continue to find reasons to trust our neighbors.  And has anyone really ever found poison in their candy?
Last year an elderly Hmong woman (without a costume! gasp) trick-or-treated at my house. She held open her bag and in a thick accent uttered those magic words, "Trick or treat." I gave her extra candy.

Thursday, October 5, 2017

Adventures in blogging and a Norsk Høstfest recap

I am finally, if temporarily, focused on becoming what I want to be when I grow up.
It took years before my Oprah moment happened; when it occurred to me that people would be happiest pursuing careers they wanted as children.  At 5 years old I decided to become Lou Grant, a nun, and a cowgirl.  Once a person opens themselves up to the universal plan everything else starts to fall into place.  Of course, you need to do your homework in case karma decides to throw a pop quiz.
Excerpt from first blog post, October 5, 2009

My favorite quote about blogs is from a local sports guy who said, "Blogs are diaries online that no one reads." A truer statement does not exist, but hopefully this space has provided a few readers with entertainment, recipe ideas, and a smile or two. You have to be a bit of a narcissist to be a writer, and blogging feels like a natural extension of that characteristic.

Happy Birthday little blog! Indeed my life has become pretty darned adventurous since I wrote the words above. The adventures began with the experience of cooking on the National Mall in D.C. as part of the University of Minnesota team competing in the Solar House Decathlon, and following that all sorts of other amazing opportunities presented themselves including three consecutive years at the Norsk Høstfest in Minot, North Dakota.

Last week I headed to Minot once again in my role as the Swedish American food representative, and this year was especially awesome. The four-day Scandinavian party is filled with music, food, lutfisk children and dala horses, crafts, vikings, and every kind of sensory experience imaginable. It is also filled with dear friends that I see just once a year, and that I have grown to love.

My demos:
11:30 AM Lussebullar
4:00 PM Barley Pudding

11:30 AM Plättar - Swedish Kringle-Style
4:00 PM Ostkaka - Swedish cheesecake

11:30 AM Klenäter (fattigmann)
4:00 PM Herring 3 Ways

11:30 AM Kroppkakor (dumpling)
4:00 PM Swedish Pizza

Monday, September 11, 2017

Jul: Swedish American Holiday Traditions

Well, here we go! My book release is happening soon, as is the Launch Party at the American Swedish Institute. I hope you can join us for a night of fun, food, and cocktails. Here are a few details straight from ASI!

Jul: Swedish American Holiday Traditions  Patrice Johnson Book Launch

Celebrate the launch of, Patrice Johnson’s new book by tasting recipes and hearing directly from the author during this moderated Q&A session. Patrice Johnson is an author, self-described Nordic food geek and a popular ASI Nordic Table instructor. She will be joined by blogger, photographer, podcaster, and social commentator behind, Stephanie Hansen.
From smörgåsbord to St. Lucia processions, Swedish Americans are linked through the generations by a legacy of meatballs, lutfisk and other dishes often related to holiday traditions. Johnson explores the meanings and stories behind these various versions of celebrations and new approaches to traditional recipes. Featured recipes from the book include yellow pea soup (ärtsoppa), Swedish pancakes (Svenska plättar) and assorted Swedish cookies.
The book is available November 1, 2017. You can purchase copies at this event, in the ASI Museum Store, and from the Minnesota Historical Society Press, $24.95 hardcover, 264 pages.
$5 General Admission. Includes samples of select recipes.