Depending on the Scandinavian address, they’re kanelbullar or skillingsboller. Around here – we just call them cinnamon rolls.
Dagmar Simard is a Tacoman by birth, Norwegian by heritage. Her cinnamon rolls – err, skillingsboller – looked every bit a Norwegian pastry, but relayed an American recalibration – a spice often subtracted outside Northern Europe.
“The only thing we’re missing is cardamom,” confirmed Simard, whose Norwegian mother and great aunt – both named Mona – taught her to bake as a youngster growing up near the Salishan neighborhood. She described her maternal elders with her signature salty humor, “Cranky old Scandinavian women; in flour sack dresses, with pudgy ankles.”
Peterson, with her son and husband, opened Sasquatch Cinnamon Rolls in April in a small cafe space in Freighthouse Square that long has hosted bakeries. Read more »