I took today off, celebrating Cody's last day of school for the year (he had a crazy-busy semester which involved two 14 hour days and three normal days of schooling a week--translation: I didn't get to see him as much as I wanted and am super excited that he's done) and to go to Cody's sister's house to partake in (watch) the annual krumkake-making marathon.
Cody and his sister are Norwegian (as you might be able to tell by Cody's head size in the "Real Adventure" post from August 10), and every year, his sister makes dozens and dozens of krumkake. For those of you not familiar with this delicious treat, krumkake are traditional Norwegian waffle cookies made on a special griddle that puts fancy designs on them as they bake. Cody's sister's griddle (a family heirloom) makes only one krumkake at a time. Once each waffle is cooked, it must be hand-rolled into the traditional cone shape to complete its cookie destiny.
The hand-rolling is something mere mortals cannot do--as far as I can tell, you must be Norwegian and have fingers of steel which don't burn when touching flaming-hot items. I've seen these fingers in action, pulling food or baking containers barehanded out of the oven. Were I to attempt something similar, I'd be running for the toothpaste, screaming in agony. (Yes, the toothpaste. I get a lot of weird looks when I suggest people put in on burns, but it really does work. So next time you find yourself with a first-degree burn, give it a try.)
Being of indiscriminate ancestry with a normal-size head, I made myself useful by drinking mimosas and chatting. All in all, it was a pleasant way to pass the day.
The celebration of Cody's freedom continues.