Went to IKEA with The Hub yesterday. Please don't think that the meatballs w/ sauce they serve there is the be-all end-all of the Swedish meatball experience. When it comes to meatballs, "restaurant quality" is not a GOOD thing. Homemade is where it's at. Especially my dad's version. *swoons*. Lingonberry jam is a MUST, though. Oh, and the princess cake? Even dreamier than I had remembered. Princess caaake. I don't know why the link says that there's ice cream in it, though - it's whipped cream. And it's not fondant, but marzipan. In some princess cakes, there's also a layer of custard. I almost miss Sweden right now. Here's more info on princess cake.

We bought a $4 bedside lamp and stocked up on stuff in the food shop, where they DIDN'T GIVE OUT BAGS. The. What?? The lady was nice enough to give me a stocking piece of cardboard to carry the stuff in and we DID have a backpack, luckily, but geez.
But anyway, we got delicato balls, mazarins, chocolate, more chocolate, chocolate-coated wafers (kexchoklad!) and fläderdryck in tetrapaks.

We unfortunately could NOT get Kalles Kaviar, gooseberry jam, cloudberry jam, lingonberry jam
or frozen princess cakes. Next time.

The experience could have been bettered if we both hadn't felt under the weather. I don't know what's up with me - I've felt like I'm coming down with a cold repeatedly these past few weeks and it's always been false alarm. It was false alarm yesterday, too, but then my stomach grew roily on top of it and-  nevermind. Anyway, I'm better! For now.

Did I have anything important to say? No. No, I guess I didn't.

I have been cranky and tired and thus stayed away, but today is my day off and we just bought a Christmas tree!<333 Lugged it home in the rain and everything!

Work has been hectic, but I haven't minded TOO much, because they have been kind enough to keep me off the register. By giving me the most nightmarish section to recover every night, naturally, but still - I'll take stressful recovery over stressful cashiering any day, thank you.
Yesterday, there was a girl walking around crying at work. It was hard to tell what age she was - she looked like early teens, but carried herself like someone younger. Had I been any shade of decent human being, I would have asked what was wrong, if she was  looking for someone, etc, but I was stressed and instead I just got annoyed and avoided her. Go Christmas spirit.

The fic...I...just...I...I don't know! It needs to be simplified, I think. It grew too many heads. This is an awful lot of effort for something that will probably be read by five people at most, but I can't help but enjoy the process, as much as I sulk and want to tear my hair out about it.

Today was Lucia Day in Sweden. It's very strange, because it's a Catholic tradition celebrating an Italian saint and IIRC, Sweden is not very Catholic, nor terribly Italian. I think it's just an excuse to light up the darkness a bit, fire hazard notwithstanding. Oh, and to humiliate boys by putting them in white dresses and silly hats. *points and laughs*
Pretty much every town, school, church (yes, even the non-Catholic ones!) and congregation of note has their own Lucia with accompanying "train". Sweden's official Lucia is voted for by the public - it's basically a beauty contest - and the winner gets the honor of walking and standing stiffly for an hour or so, with a crown of fire on her head. Why is it always girls who have to go through stuff like that?

Now: cheese sandwich and writing.



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