The Big O decided that he needs to lose weight and is going on a liquid diet. He began cleaning out his food supplied from his freezer, and ever conscious of waste, he thought he should offer the perishables to his friends before trashing them. Hence Husband and I received an email on Wednesday asking if we wanted a giant bag of frozen Swedish meatballs from Ikea.
I declined, but Husband jumped at the frozen meat delights. Big O came over the next night, also bearing a jar of Ikea lingonberry sauce, two Trader Joe’s frozen pizzas (“The pizzas are made in Italy!” he said excitedly), and more oddly, a box of blueberry scones from Starbucks, still in plastic wrap.
“Do you want some scones, too?” he asked.
“What are you doing with an entire box of blueberry scones from Starbucks?” I asked, eyeing the enormous grease stain in the bottom of the cardboard box. Oh, how I wanted the baked delicious goodness, but I resented the temptation.
“Oh, I stopped off at Starbucks on my way to an interview this morning,” he explained. “When I flirted with the girl behind the register, she asked me if wanted some free scones and gave me the box. It was awkward bringing them with me to the interview, though. Who carries around an entire box of blueberry scones from Starbucks?”
Thus we feasted last night. Husband is recovering from a nasty cold, so he wanted to stay in. Dr. P came over with Children of Men in tow, and we consumed a disparate meal of Swedish meatballs and pizza. I think Ikea makes their balls with veal, so I wasn’t crazy about them, but the sweet lingonberry sauce really works with it. The pizza was scrumptious. This morning, I finally ate one of the scones. I thought it would be stale after days of sitting around, but it the greasy enclosed environment make the pastry quite moist. Tasty indeed, which is good because one scone has 23 grams of fat, 490 calories, and 64 carbs, meaning it is not good for any of the healthy diets I am supposed to follow, which I have been awful about anyway this week, but that’s another story.
Children of Men, by the way, is devastatingly good.
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Who flirts and gets a box of scones out of it? The best I ever got was a stout, and I don't even like beer.
ReplyDeleteThe meatballs are best the traditional way - with mashed pots, the jam, and gravy. Mmmmmmm . . . .
ReplyDeleteCount - I once got a baseball cap from flirting with a guy doing a food promo at Fairway for a non-sugary soda called "Grown Up Soda." The hat read "Gus" which is my husband's nickname. I am not ashamed to say I was given the hat off his head, and only had to buy a 4 pack of soda which I had already put in my cart . . .
I can honestly say I've never had any Ikea food.... except the soft serve ice cream, which I would be surprised if Big O had. Actually, having met Big O, I wouldn't be surprised.
ReplyDeleteBut free food and good movies are always good.
Doesn't Husband love lignonberry sauce?
ReplyDeleteOkay...wait, doesn't Ikea make furniture? Am I missing something here? Is this some weird East Coast thing I don't know about? Do you go into Ikea and buy bunk beds, a set of dishes and some meatballs? I am perplexed.
ReplyDeleteHave you read Children of Men? If not,it really has to go on your "must read" list for the year. I bought the movie the day it hit stores...excellent movie.
Vicious rumours, that's exactly right. Patio furniture, tea cookies, a storage system, some jam, flooring, and a plate of fish. It's like heaven.
ReplyDelete*laughs* Ahhh..I see, like an upscale Super Wal-Mart. I'm guessing you don't have to put up with braless rednecks in spandex shorts and their toothless husbands though, do you?
ReplyDeleteWho's the Big O?
ReplyDeleteWell, you have to deal with people from Jersey or Long Island, so sometimes that is the type of customer... Usually yuppies and yuppy wannabes, though.
ReplyDeleteI'm the Big O and I'm glad Suzanne, husband, and Dr. P were able to enjoy my balls, pizzas, ligonberry sauce, and blueberry scones.
ReplyDeleteSuzanne's posting pretty much describes my life. One word- ridiculous. I tend to flirt not for sex but for food. I've been known to flirt with the lesbians at The Levain Bakery in hopes of getting even fresher cookies. I go to Ikea just for the food, although Super DES, you beat me, I have not had their soft serve although I have had almost everything else they offer in both the cafe and grocery.
-Big O
p.s. I don't work either. Much like Kramer. I'm glad I carried those blueberry scones into that interview- they already rejected me!