Swedish Pesach

Unfortunately, I didn't manage to have a Seder on Passover. And Trust-Mart didn't even stock unleavened bread. On the other hand, avoiding hametz wasn't too difficult, since most of the bread around here tastes like Styrofoam. The two biggest staples are rice and noodles. Still, in the spirit of tradition, I went on a matzoh hunt one evening. I guess when its main competition is Styrofoam, cardboard doesn't sound so bad.



I finally found the afikoman--or something resembling it--behind the checkout counter at IKEA. It was wrapped in a blue, wedge-shaped package with the label "LEKSANDS KNÄCKE: NORMALGRÄDDAT," which is Swedish for "Passover matzoh." I was also excited to find a jar of real blueberry jam (blueberries are a relatively uncommon fruit here), and found the two make a good combination.





And I was reminded that IKEA is a pretty fun place. You can sleep on any of the displays (people here do so frequently, I've heard) and the staff isn't allowed to bother you. You can try on costumes (Rorschach, anyone?), play with stuffed animals, eat cafeteria food, and look out the window.