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I was too busy to manage to go grab groceries this week and opted to order them delivered. I checked in a few minutes later to find that several items were flagged as unavailable, and the store were suggesting replacements:
In what universe is a pack of salami a substitute for Swedish meatballs?? Imagine a local family of Scottish-Scandinavians, pining for the fjords, unable to make their annual pilgrimage to the nearest IKEA. They've scrimped and worked hard, tolerated the sunburn and boiling heat, and decided to treat themselves with a taste of home. Alas, it was not to be..
Would the hypothetical clan of kilt-knitted, lingonberry-lonely expats be happy? They would stare at the salami the way one stares at a postcard of the Highlands when one had booked a week in Glen Coe: it is technically an image of the right country, but it neither howls with wind nor smells of heather. The children would ask, “Mamma, why are the meatballs in slices?” and Mamma would have to explain that sometimes the world is run by people who think “Scandi” is just a checkout aisle at H&M.
I can only imagine that they haven't experienced such disappointment since their distant ancestor, Björn, held his vegvisir or sun stone the wrong way, and thus took the wrong turn on his voyage to Normandy.
(I accepted the offer because it made me a net profit of about 50p. The replacement of cocktail sausages with chicken skewers, while somewhat saner, would have lost me twice as much, and was summarily refunded.)
My wife makes those kinds of substitutions work all the time. Just shrug, close your eyes and chew harder.
It's not the same. Your wife might not miss those meaty balls, but I certainly do.
Just consume calorie. Come on man, you're the transhumanist, look past the shape and taste and texture of the meat, consider only what it means for your more abstract aspirations. You are a dyson swarm in the making, what matter whether this brief bipedal interlude speeds towards its rendezvous with destiny fuelled by salami or by Kötbullar? Elevate yourself! Transcend the need for rotund victuals!
When you put it that way, I really can't disagree. I'll simulate 10^15 meatballs in the distant future to make up for present discomfort.
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