Who am I? And what do I eat?

It’s one thing to grow up being proud of a heritage ONLY to learn that there is more to the story. In my quick video, I had mentioned that my father was adopted. My grandmother was a single mother to my father when she met, fell in love with, and married my grandfather who was in the Navy. The family (her side) kept secret the identity of my father’s biological father. So much so that the secret has gone to everyone’s grave. I unknowingly kicked a hornet’s nest (with my mother but that’s for another post) and did the Ancestry DNA test. In the FAQs, it details which parents DNA you may receive. Apparently, I received more of my father’s DNA and who knew that he was Scottish and Swedish?! I also got my mother’s DNA with Norwegian and Irish. I am trying to embrace my heritage both new and old. With my husband learning that he is Norwegian as well I started with recipes from Norway. NORWEGIAN SUCCESS TART (SUKSESSTERTE) and NORWEGIAN BUTTER COOKIES (SERINAKAKER) were my first two actual attempts. I’m so thankful that these two sites posted Norwegian recipes. I was proud of what I was able to accomplish. My original idea was to use my great-great grandmother’s Krumkake iron to make those awesome delicate cone cookies but my mother squashed it. So I searched all over the internet and found these two recipes that would be simple for me to find all the ingredients here in the states.

The tart and the cookies didn’t last long at all and I felt like I was able to own some of my heritage. The tart had no flour! I was shaken, to say the least. I was able to make something so light and filling from just a few ingredients. The excitement happened when it tasted like something I already was familiar with but never had. Bonus-it looked just like the picture. The cookies were a simple cookie that I could easily make from scratch again and again! I know my father and great-great-grandmother would appreciate it. One thing I learned and felt while tasting the little treasures from my oven is the fact that I felt a sense of belonging but also coming from somewhere. I didn’t feel as lost anymore.

The Scottish recipes seem to be my nemesis. I cannot find for the life of me some recipes that are new and exciting to try and make at home. This was an interesting find for me in my DNA and it belongs to my father. He passed away 8 years ago and I would like to make something that helps me feel closer to him and our heritage. Until I am able to get my hands on a recipe or two from Scotland I am going to try my hand at recipes from Sweden…I just have to find them first.

My Plea: I’m asking for help. Anyone with family recipes from Norway, Scotland, or Sweden that they wouldn’t mind me trying to make myself I would greatly appreciate it. Know a friend of a friend whose grandmother LOVES to pass down tradition and wouldn’t mind passing on heritage and the stories that go with I would be grateful. Unfortunately, I do not have those living relative links, family ties, but would like to slowly build my own for my children and myself. I can’t get to see these beautiful countries and experience the culture first hand but I can start to build tradition at home. Please share and ask if there are any recipes.

What Am I?

I had to take 1/2 day off from work. Some people take off work because it’s warm and sunny but not me. Today is a beautiful fall day with graying skies and leaves starting to turn and some even falling from their branches. I told them, I didn’t ask. I drove around enjoying the crisp air and the complementary color of the land and sky. It’s so beautiful. I came home, cleaned the house, walked, made my coffee and here I sit. I wanted to share what is happening here on a personal level. Nothing is more personal than a person’s faith or beliefs.

I’m exploring my faith with Asatru and decided that something that would help in my decision of beliefs would be a DNA test. Silly? At first, I thought so but realized I didn’t know, or the entire family for that matter didn’t know what my father was. Was he of Native American? Was he Polish? Come to find out he was something that even my mother got upset about.

regional mapBefore I go any further, I grew up being told that I was Irish, Belgium, and Norwegian descent on my mother’s side and that my father was more than likely Native American and Polish (according to family rumors). I ordered tests for both my husband and myself and learned that there was nothing of what the rumors believed to be present in my DNA nor was their as much as my mother would claim of her descent. Come to find out Scottish, Swedish, and Norwegian make up the majority of my DNA. 56% Scottish! Really? Where did this come from? 20% Swedish? Wow, ok. Then there is the Norwegian. I couldn’t be more thrilled to learn my DNA ancestry. I only wish it would solve the puzzle of who my grandfather was. My dad was adopted and his father’s identity has literally been taken to the grave with everyone in the family.

I will go further with my Asatru educational journey but also want to learn and embrace my new found DNA ancestry. I would give ANYTHING to be able to visit Scotland and Norway but with a young family and all the financial support that is needed for that makes it seem like a possible bucket list item that in reality, I may never get to check off my list. I’ll do my best with what I have and research and maybe, possibly, reach out and find a network of individuals that could share a bit of their heritage with me. Whether it be recipes, pictures, beliefs, legends…whatever it may be I’m open to learning. If you can help out I would greatly appreciate it. There is nothing more valuable than knowing who or what you are.

Off to start some thumbnail sketches for my next 30 day Inktober project. I kind of failed at my last one but I was sidetracked by Asatru, weight loss, and family.

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