IKEA Gone Wrong

Well well well. What began as a quick run to IKEA (quick, meaning a shit ride on the G train and the B61 in 40 degree weather at 9:00am) to get another (lame) EXPEDIT shelf turned into an "oooooh, that picture frame could totally work for blah blah blah." So we're hauling a 40 lb box of particle board or whatever plus 2 glass frames and one very large plexi frame back to our apartment, back to the B61 and G train, arms becoming noodles before our very eyes (why didn't I take a cab???) when it finally dawns on me --perhaps I can use this large blue tarp bag as a rudimentary backpack? Genius that I am, it totally worked, of course, until we got off the train and could buy a hobo cart. God bless those hobo carts!

The glass on one of the frames shattered. Just my luck. So I get to go back this weekend. And deal with IKEA in Brooklyn on the weekend. Sheesh. On the bright side, I could stop at heaven (i.e. Baked) on my way, which would make the trip MORE than worth it.

While we were at IKEA, pretentious boyfriend suggests I make a Swedish quesadilla. My mind immediately imagines yummy light and fragile Swedish pancakes and I think "um yes." Until I realize he means Swedish meatballs using IKEA herring in a jar with "some kind of cheese. Do they sell cheese here?". I vomed immediately, but nevertheless went onto purchase said herring in some kind of mustard sauce? I didn't look that closely.

And here is the result, of which I ate none.
I will say that the dill havarti makes a tasty looking quesadilla.

Lest, god forbid, I go hungry, I made a half quesadilla using the havarti and some leftover chuck roast. NOT my best work.
The good news is that i have consequently discovered that I am truly a world class IKEA hacker. My coping saw, wood glue, and Montana spray paint are going to own that enormous RIBBA frame. Just you wait and see!