A note to Sweden: we don't have one-fifth cups over here

“I want you to read the directions,” said Bunny. She dropped a packet of Swedish meatball sauce she picked up at Ikea [1] on my desk.

[Mmmmmm ... Swedish meatballs] [2]

I flip the package over and start reading. “Pour one and a third cup of water—”

Bunny interrupted. “Read closer.”

[A fifth of Jack I might understand, but ... ] [3]

“One and a fifth?”

“Yes. One and a fifth.”

“There's no such measurement.”

“Yes.”

“Wow.”