Mom wanted me to make tortillas and I jokingly said I would not do it without a tortilla press. We had to buy one. The next day it appeared, only we never ended up ordering one. No, dad had gone down to his shop and made one out of marvelous maple, perfectly polished. We made corn and flour tortilla over and over again with one slight Midwestern-Scandinavian adaptation: we cooked them on a lefse griddle.
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