Ikea Break(gone)fast

This is where the Ikea breakfast post should have been, but I got to Ikea at about 10:56 on Saturday morning, and waited in line for what must have been 4 minutes, watching heaps of fluffy eggs, sausage, and potatoes served up to happy customers, and then — BAM! I heard the young mom in line behind me tell her 3 year old daughter that breakfast was over, and that she had to decide on something else to eat that morning.

I can’t speak for the little girl, but my heart was crushed. I felt like a small child, whose dream was snatched away as quick as they swtiched out the trays of eggs for chicken, bleh. But I had to be strong — I couldn’t let people see how disapointed I was. Especially the tiny, future breakfast blogger behind me. So I ordered the kids meatball plate with fries and gravy, and held my head high.

Because in the end, it’s not life or death that I didn’t get to have an Ikea $1 breakfast — instead I paid a $1.99, and held on to a piece of my dignity. Thanks Ingemar.