Happy Thanksgiving Everybody!
Ok, now that I got that out of the way, let me start the fun stories. So, it ends up I have been spoiled my entire life with the finest things that money could buy…. like measuring cups with proper measurement labeling and a can opener that works without a freaking manual. When I moved here to San Francisco I did not bring all of my worldly possessions with me, I did what any other red-blooded American would do…I went to Ikea. But thats just where the party starts.
If you read my previous post, you know that I am planning on having a $20 thanksgiving dinner from Safeway. I would have bought more but thats all I could safely fit in my backpack to take back home on my motorcycle (I know, I’m real classy). Anyway, back to the point…when I moved here from Nashville, Amy and I went to Ikea to furnish my entire apartment. That meant rugs, silverware, lamps…everything! One thing I did not take into account was that those Ikea freaks are not from the US and somehow thought it was ok to create kitchen utensils that do not conform to the US standard.
So here I sit, Thanksgiving Day, trying to figure out how many deciliters are in a pint…and then, how many cups are in a pint…just so i can measure some stupid water to start make some stuffing and mashed potatoes (I’m sure Amanda will read this and will know what the cups to deciliter conversion is by heart, you nerd)! Thats right, it ends up all the measuring cups and spoons I bought from Ikea are in deciliters. When my high school math teacher used to argue with me and tell me that the day would come when I would use deciliters, and I told her she was crazy, I didn’t know it would actually happen. Sorry Mrs. Neireider, I should have learned those deciliters…and while I’m at it, sorry about that thing I did on the last day before graduation (you know, with the bra and the overhead projector). I didn’t mean it.