I have quite a lot of movies where people get married. And yes, it's true - every girl has her wedding mapped out in her head years before she get married. (Yes, that does include me too, believe it or not.) Since at least June 6th 2003 I've known which kind of cake I want my guests to have. A big one as a show and then a tiny one for each table. So why the exact date? It was the date that a) my best friend graduated from high school and b) the national day of Sweden and c) 23 years since my grandmother passed away. (Mostly I remember it because of reason a.) I was at my best friend's with her family to celebrate and her mother showed me the cake they had. It was beautiful and it looked so tasty and then she told me "of course, you can't have a piece - it's for everyone else". She was joking, of course, but I know I said something along the lines of "oh well, at least I'll get to have a whole cake for myself at my wedding".
I've never been to a wedding. My cousin got married some years ago, but me and my sister weren't invited. "They don't want children at the wedding." We were in our late teens at the point. Of course, it did result in me hating my relatives and my relatives never getting a chance to taste my weddingcake. HA!
Hrm, this entry made me get the craving for whipped cream and fruit. Damnit.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment