A chapter of the book is devoted to Ikea and its massive consumption of timber, as well as its assault on the idea of craftsmanship and long-lasting home furnishings.
Anyway, I actually have an irrational love of Ikea, so Stephanie Zacharek can bite me. I think Ikea is awesome and I greatly enjoy going there, sitting on furniture and then heading to the cafeteria. This is something I happened to do this past weekend...
It was an awesome day, so I walked down to the Red Hook ferry. I was proudly wearing my new shorts and my translucent legs got burned!
I don't know why, but there is the weirdest burn pattern on my legs that looks something this.
Self explanatory...
These are meatballs
This was my dessert - some sort of almond cake or something. It was the only type of dessert that also came with a chocolate toffee
The view from the Ikea dining commisary
8 comments:
Oh, wow. The Swedish meatballs come with mashed potatoes?
Yes they do. Also, the meatballs are smothered in a "cream" gravy, and also a lingoberry sauce.
Other possible side dishes include french fries and mac and cheese. Next time I am getting BOTH of those things.
In sweden they put the meatballs, potatoes, and lingonberry sauce all on the fork at the same time. There's something about meat and fruit in the same bite that bothers me, though.
They also don't have Jello, which is sad. And if you bring them some to broaden their horizons, they will put in on their fork with their meatballs and potatoes. Which bothers me.
Oh my. The way my name cut off their could come across as quite scandalous. What it actually says is "The Anonymous with Whom You Would Not Trade Ethnicities." Just thought I better clear that up.
Also, I must correct my typos. "Sweden" should have a capital "S" and "their" should be "there."
I'll stop now.
I need an emergency consultation...I'm beginning to lose faith in khaki all together.
To the ethnicity person: Yes, I see.
Big Play: feel free to e-mail foodandpants@gmail.com for counseling.
That looks really yummy.
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