Thursday, July 19, 2012
still-sound 85. Ikea food
I was tempted to pick up a chilled box of Dryck Flader to go with lunch at Ikea yesterday. It's an elderflower drink apparently. I like the taste of elderflower. I can't remember the last time I drank something from a juicebox. I decided to go with water instead.
I love how Ikea promotes an unwavering sense of Swedishness at all times. The products have foreign names ornamented with unusual accents. When I was a kid I formulated an impression of Scandinavia based on my trips to Ikea. I imagined it to be clean, modern, and child-friendly since there was a room filled with balls for kids to play while parents shopped. I can't imagine parents leaving their kids unattended to play in a public shopping center now - but in the early 80s this was not a problem.
I ate Swedish meatballs yesterday. The meal tasted like cafeteria food which made me feel nostalgic. Rob had a salad and a plate of smoked salmon topped with slivers of slightly-pickled vegetables. We couldn't determine whether they were radish or turnip. Impressively, the salmon was neither too salty or slimy. We shared a slice of cake which featured a layer of custard and a crunchy Daim bar topping. I had first discovered this cake perhaps ten years ago at an Ikea outside of London. It was called Almondy. Now when I think of Ikea I immediately think of Almondy in a Pavlovian response. I don't know if the cake is still called Almondy as there was nothing to indicate its name in the cafeteria, but I recognized it immediately nonetheless. It certainly tasted like Almondy.
I couldn't find anything to watch on TV when I got home so I ended up watching a program about a woman who was addicted to cheesy potatoes. It was called Freaky Eats: The woman addicted to cheesy potatoes.