Lussekatter
Dec. 12th, 2006 07:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So here's the thing about being Scandahuvian: we are both a fussy and a violent people. We really try to downplay the latter trait, still being embarrassed about those raids on your coastlines and all. (Sorry. Really.) But it's there. And it has to come out somewhere, and where it comes out is in the winter baking. We have sandbakkel tins for the fussy side. The violence is lussekatter.
I'm serious. Lussekatter are a glorious personal symbol of light against darkness. They make my house smell of saffron and yeast and expectation of better things to come. But they are an absolute beast to knead. Lussekatter are like winter here in the northlands: you get started, and you think, hey, this isn't so bad. And maybe you hum a little bit, and you get into a rhythm, and you think, no problem! I can do this! I always have before! And then nothing changes, and so you keep going, but a little doubt creeps in. And then still nothing changes, and the doubt becomes certainty: this will never end. I will always be up to my elbows in sticky golden goodness, it will never become smooth and pliable, and incidentally the light will never return, we won't be able to light the candles, and the jotuns will come howling down upon us. (It's amazing how often it comes down to frost giants in my life. No, really. You'd be amazed.)
But even though nothing changes, you still keep going, because that's what you do; you don't stop being kind when the world is filled with assholes, you don't stop trying to figure things out when the world is filled with idiots, and you don't stop kicking the darkness just because it still won't bleed daylight. ("Lovers in a Dangerous Time" is one of my lussekatter baking songs for the last few years. The new one this year is by the Mountain Goats, with the refrain, "I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me." Very apt for Santa Lucia.) That's not how we are. That's not what we do. And if you know of a phrase of more censure in Minnesotan than, "That's not what we do," I'd love to hear it.
And then finally, as you have started to wonder if maybe you made the whole thing up about the sun returning, the dough pulls away from your hand a bit. It adheres to itself rather than to you or the bowl. Encouraged, you pull it up, and it comes in a whole lump, and you can slam the lump down in a whole loud chunk, which is very satisfying, and this is where you switch from singing or sullen silence, depending on your particular approach to battling darkness, into cries such as, "Yarrrrg!" You are about to triumph over the lussekatter dough. This is the best part. Better than waking in the morning when it's still dark and creeping downstairs to find them ready to eat. Better than the calm satisfied sleep that always intervenes between the baking and the eating of the lussekatter. The moment when you know the tide has turned and you will triumph over this lump of gluten and sugar and very expensive spice.
Because Santa Lucia Day is not a Solstice holiday. It is a pre-Solstice holiday, and its location on the 13th means that it is distinctly, definitely, and permanently a pre-Solstice holiday, not just a fluke this year. And what does that mean? It means that winter is still coming. It means that you aren't baking these swirls of saffron sweetness knowing that things will get lighter every day from here. No. You know that you haven't hit bottom yet, that it will get darker still before there is light, and that the cold will rush in when the dark has gone. And you sing the songs and light the candles and bake the bread before things have reached their darkest, and then as things get darker still, you have that light with you to see by.
Edited to add: by request, my lussekatter recipe.
I'm serious. Lussekatter are a glorious personal symbol of light against darkness. They make my house smell of saffron and yeast and expectation of better things to come. But they are an absolute beast to knead. Lussekatter are like winter here in the northlands: you get started, and you think, hey, this isn't so bad. And maybe you hum a little bit, and you get into a rhythm, and you think, no problem! I can do this! I always have before! And then nothing changes, and so you keep going, but a little doubt creeps in. And then still nothing changes, and the doubt becomes certainty: this will never end. I will always be up to my elbows in sticky golden goodness, it will never become smooth and pliable, and incidentally the light will never return, we won't be able to light the candles, and the jotuns will come howling down upon us. (It's amazing how often it comes down to frost giants in my life. No, really. You'd be amazed.)
But even though nothing changes, you still keep going, because that's what you do; you don't stop being kind when the world is filled with assholes, you don't stop trying to figure things out when the world is filled with idiots, and you don't stop kicking the darkness just because it still won't bleed daylight. ("Lovers in a Dangerous Time" is one of my lussekatter baking songs for the last few years. The new one this year is by the Mountain Goats, with the refrain, "I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me." Very apt for Santa Lucia.) That's not how we are. That's not what we do. And if you know of a phrase of more censure in Minnesotan than, "That's not what we do," I'd love to hear it.
And then finally, as you have started to wonder if maybe you made the whole thing up about the sun returning, the dough pulls away from your hand a bit. It adheres to itself rather than to you or the bowl. Encouraged, you pull it up, and it comes in a whole lump, and you can slam the lump down in a whole loud chunk, which is very satisfying, and this is where you switch from singing or sullen silence, depending on your particular approach to battling darkness, into cries such as, "Yarrrrg!" You are about to triumph over the lussekatter dough. This is the best part. Better than waking in the morning when it's still dark and creeping downstairs to find them ready to eat. Better than the calm satisfied sleep that always intervenes between the baking and the eating of the lussekatter. The moment when you know the tide has turned and you will triumph over this lump of gluten and sugar and very expensive spice.
Because Santa Lucia Day is not a Solstice holiday. It is a pre-Solstice holiday, and its location on the 13th means that it is distinctly, definitely, and permanently a pre-Solstice holiday, not just a fluke this year. And what does that mean? It means that winter is still coming. It means that you aren't baking these swirls of saffron sweetness knowing that things will get lighter every day from here. No. You know that you haven't hit bottom yet, that it will get darker still before there is light, and that the cold will rush in when the dark has gone. And you sing the songs and light the candles and bake the bread before things have reached their darkest, and then as things get darker still, you have that light with you to see by.
Edited to add: by request, my lussekatter recipe.
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Date: 2006-12-13 01:52 am (UTC)*laughs* Not my family. My mother is very, very proud of her viking heritage. According to her, the entire world should belong to the Swedish vikings. Maybe it's the American Scandahuvian sorts?
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Date: 2006-12-13 02:49 am (UTC)As I understand it, when St. Lucia was first celebrated under the Julian calendar it *did* fall on the solstice. When they switched to the Gregorian calendar and "lost" about two weeks, people kept celebrating the calendar date, even though the solstice was happening two weeks later. So, not only does St. Lucia day insist "you haven't hit bottom yet" it does so because of clerical error. Yes, to truly mess things up you need a bureaucracy.
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Date: 2006-12-13 02:56 am (UTC)My trace is Norwegian, I believe; I know it's not Danish, because a friend was quite appalled that I wasn't a Dane. -grin-
I wonder if Iceland still has the highest literacy rate in the world...
-nods- Winter and cold and darkness will yet come, and eventually go. The Great Worm eats his tail, continually, for the cycle will continue.
- Chica
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Date: 2006-12-13 12:32 pm (UTC)Iceland does still have the highest literacy rate in the world, and I have a hard time seeing anything that'll change that. It's very, very embedded in that culture. Bless 'em. It was one of the reasons I started to get interested in Iceland in the first place.
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Date: 2006-12-13 12:33 pm (UTC)I'm one of those rare people who likes baking far, far better than eating.
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Date: 2006-12-13 03:32 am (UTC)And I love "Lovers in a Dangerous Time" for precisely that line.
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Date: 2006-12-13 12:35 pm (UTC)peoplethe puck around with sticks. It's no small set of commonalities.no subject
Date: 2006-12-13 04:24 am (UTC)(Entirely Norwegian.)
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Date: 2006-12-13 04:36 am (UTC)Now I want to ask my half-Scand mother why she doesn't make lussekatter. Though you made me giggle the other day by being the first non-family member I've seen mention spritz as a Christmas cookie. Do you make krum kake?
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Date: 2006-12-13 12:44 pm (UTC)We make krumkake some years. Some years not. This year is a not, so far, although if my mom needs to jolly my Onie, she may do so by suggesting that we make krumkake. On the other hand, Onie didn't help with the lefse this year, preferring to sit and supervise, so that might backfire. Hmm.
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Date: 2006-12-13 04:51 am (UTC)Could you share your lussekatter recipe?
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Date: 2006-12-13 08:25 am (UTC)Lovers in a Dangerous Time (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8dGNDUdtNh8) by Bruce Cockburn (original)
Lovers in a Dangerous Time (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ercqDP18ms) (Barenaked Ladies cover)
This Year (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYCzDhaRV60&eurl=) by The Mountain Goats.
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Date: 2006-12-13 09:31 am (UTC)Not at all! If the gods did not want those raids on our coastline, they would not have given us all those monasteries for you to burn.
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Date: 2006-12-13 12:52 pm (UTC)I'm writing that one down, and I'm sending a friend who's had a tough year over to read this.
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Date: 2006-12-13 07:26 pm (UTC)So glad you wrote this; I'm having a bit of darkness before the light this week, and it heartened me.
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Date: 2006-12-14 06:52 am (UTC)BTW, I tried your recipe for apple bread awhile back, and it was very good.
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Date: 2007-12-13 08:27 pm (UTC)I'm a transplant to the north country (though I've been up here 15 years, so I'm getting used to winter at last) and oh, boy, does this post resonate for me.
Also now I really want to bake lussekatter today. If only we had a teaspoon of saffron on hand.
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Date: 2007-12-14 08:42 am (UTC)I'm glad for these reasons:
1. Fabulous post. Thank you!
2. My husband is a descendant of Erik Bloodaxe, insofar as these things are determinable.
3. Lussekatter!
4. I am an electrician by trade. St. Lucia is our patron saint. I foresee a new tradition in my future.
Thank you, for all of that.
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