So… Everynow and again I hanker after something. Something wrong, something illicit. Something dirty. The humble but oh-so tasty IKEA meatball.
IKEA is one of my favourite places to wander and mooch – it’s such good value, the Swedish shop sells amazing cheese and chocolate-marshmallow cakes (or clouds as I like to call them) dime bars and.. meatballs! I can never escape without picking up at least one bag. Every home should have some.
There’s no denying that they’re dirty. Full of fat. They smell distinctly wrong and I always eat them with a tonne of cheese. But mmmmmmmmmm. Get. In. Me!