There is a certain point in shopping at such stores where a person's mind starts to shut down. You feel like you're floating above yourself watching in limp-fisted agony as you plod your way through an impossibly boring shopping list consisting of deodorant and laundry supplies.
I don't know if there's a medical term for this but I'd like to coin a term: Target Haze.
After visiting a myriad (well, three) friends in Brooklyn last night who were celebrating their birthdays we took an obnoxious 2 hour drive home through dense early morning traffic.
If Target Haze is the term to describe yesterday then Ikea Hangover would be the term applied to today. That is when you wake up to find your home filled with brown boxes and nowhere to put your newly purchased goods.
To make up for an extremely full day we spend most of today (okay, all of today) assembling our Ikea purchases and watching The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency. All in all it was a pretty great day.
Then it was time to eat.
I toasted up some supremely stale slices of ciabatta bread and topped it off with this salsa I made from the Greenmarket tomatoes and corn with a little avocado. I sprinkled a tiny amount of cayenne over the top and served it with some mixed baby greens. Also, I served it on these new plates we got at Ikea yesterday.
For the main course I centered the leftover minted zucchini and tomato on a plate with some broccoli rabe and mozzarella ravioli from New York Ravioli and Pasta Company
With twenty minutes of cooking complete it's time to return to cleaning out our Expedits so we can find room for our new Slomjårg and Thürkeldran.
I wonder if they have any Ikeas in Botswana.