Ok. Following Brigid‘s lead, I’m jumping in.
The first challenge: An embarrassing moment.
At my wedding, I literally found myself in QUITE the sticky situation.
My husband and I took part in the usual wedding reception tradition of feeding each other cake. Naturally, our fingers were covered in icing. Some folks from the wait staff brought us a bowl. We gave each other a quick glance and then did what came naturally…we washed our sticky hands in the bowl.
Some would have called it a bowl. Others may have called it a love cup. Most would have realized that it was filled with Champagne before immersing their hands up to their wrists. Someone had gifted us a knife and server set with the intention that it would be used to cut and serve the cake. Little did we know the set included a “love cup” (and little did we know that such a thing even existed!).
The beauty of it all was that the wedding was multicultural. As an American-born daughter of Iranian parents, marrying a Spaniard, I didn’t skip a beat. I grabbed the cup and took a sip, and my new husband followed my lead. I told him not to worry and said, “The Americans will think it was an Iranian tradition, the Iranians will think it was a Spanish tradition, and the Spaniards will think it was an American tradition!”
(And yes, I did lick my fingers.)