The main article in the Lifestyle section of today’s newspaper caught my attention: “Scandinavian cravings? Get a taste of them here.”
Because I am no stranger to Scandinavian cravings.
Since, apparently, the non-animal highlight of Florida trip was gobs and gobs and GOBS of lingonberry sauce. Mmmmmmm. Allow me a moment to savor the memories. Now, I’m not a huge fan of character meals, but I will (barely) put up with princesses for delicious Norwegian food. Except when I felt they were blocking the waitress’ access to my table.
The actual restaurant the paper reviewed seemed a little too hoity-toity, but the article reminded me that I can get lingonberry sauce at IKEA.
The IKEA has been open for, what, nine months now and I still haven’t been (mostly because of the crowd horror stories).
But now I have a goal.
MUST GO TO IKEA.
MUST OBTAIN LINGONBERRY SAUCE.
MUST APPLY LIBERALLY TO THE MEAT PRODUCT OF MY CHOICE.
MUST NOMNOMNOMNOM MY WAY TO HAPPY OBLIVION.
Yay for having some concrete goals in life!
