those look like something you'd eat on a funeral, not a wedding. they look beautifull and tasty, if a bit bitter
The photos don't do them real justice: they were actually very brightly-colored and totally slathered with jam + blueberries + strawberries. The filling was also pretty sweet (though I'll admit that all the fruit was likely on the sour side). For reference, the shirt I was wearing was actually dark green, not black >_<
i read somewhere that you never cut you hair, this got me curious, is this a religious thing or something? could you expand a bit on it? if you're confortable with the theme of course
Haha, it's just family tradition with a side dish of personal stubbornness. My family is from the country and very into... well, I'm not entirely sure how to explain it. Fairies. Magic. Spirits. Not wicca or anything institutionalized, just the general idea. It's something of a matriarchy, with heavy pressure on women of future generations to be beautiful and strong. For us, "beautiful" means lots of long flowing hair and dresses (to the point of looking like a fairy queen, in essence), with "strong" meaning "equal to a man in all respects." My mother fenced off pastures, built a house + storage shed, and hauled bags of dirt on her back up a hill--all with long brown hair to her knees and a shy demeanor. Her sister landscaped the entire family property herself, and my tiny, five-foot-tall cousin spent a while doing construction work professionally.
As for me... when I was in middle-school, I beat my aunt arm-wrestling. My aunt shoes horses for a living.