Modified Cheesecake - now I know why a springform pan is optimal. It flattened back down when cooled, but I'm still not making one of these again, its tasted off somehow. It will have to remain a US treat.
And, last week I inherited a rice cooker from an expat who recently left. I've made rice twice already.
Love It!
Love It!
Love It!
I went to Bilka again - its like self torture. I'm looking for a butter dish and another coat rack. I decided that 9 am (the time they open) on a Wednesday morning (since I had the car and was kid-free), was my sanest option.
I parked, and entered the giant labyrinth, and didn't find what I was looking for. I decided to walk through a cashiers aisle that was open - how else am I supposed to get out right? No, she said. You can't go this was, you have to go to Information to get out. Fine.
I went to Information (another walk across the store), walked up to the green gate, which did not open automatically, so I pushed it open. THEN the lady from behind the counter looked at me. She said - you need to close the gate. I need to see you first. So I laid my arms on the counter and said - Well, here I am. What do you want to talk about? I dont know if she said anything - becuase I just walked away.
I am NEVER EVER going there again. Bilka Bites.
2 comments:
WTF? (What The F...?) I don't understand why they wouldn't let you walk out through the cashiers exit? And why they were ordering you about?
I am sorry luv, but they were just plain rude to you. I can't stand the officious idiots I meet running supermarkets, what do they they are? Rocket scientists? Mmmm. Sorry, but am now enraged on your behalf.
I have had similarly discouraging treatment in many branches of 'Bog og Idé' to the point where I won't shop there any more.
Thank you. Its nice to have a someone on my side. When I told this story to a Danish friend she simply said - you can't leave that way without buying anything. And all I can say is - I refuse to assimilate to that mentality so easily.
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