Norsk Høstfest: faces & food

It's been a few days since I left the North Dakota State Fairgrounds, but I can still smell cinnamon (Rice pudding! Bread pudding! Rømmegraut!)and my body is craving an almond cream filled bite of lefse with my morning coffee. So many images running through my mind and fond thoughts of the friends I left behind but hope to see again next year.

Last night I dreamed I was rolling meatballs for a crowd of fifty. Was it a dream or a happy memory?