|This is honestly how it was served. We were wondering whether they used pliers|
to place the onions just so...
We weren't allowed to make anything phallic. Breast shaped would be better. And don't get your fingers down too far or the arse will get a hole. That is what the Irishman told us. He showed it to us as well.
|Pray with the left, atheist with the right.|
But my world, seeing is completely different from doing. I managed to avoid the phallic. I managed to get the breast shape (A cup probably). The fingers didn't get in too deep either. But I also had to keep it centered. Smooth. Not wobbly.
|Me and the teacher hard at work to make something halfdecent!|
I managed seven in the end. Bigger and smaller. Some with tulips, others without. One with a hole in its arse, to be plugged by the teacher at some later point.
|Pepperfly was enjoying it a great deal and was really good as well!|
I was covered in the white stuff. It was on my face, my hands, my arms. My shoes were covered and even though I had been wearing an apron, my jeans weren't clean anymore. The others didn't look much different, although they had a bit more success than I had had.
|The pots in front are mine. All seven of them.|
After all that hard work, it was time for lunch (see top photo). Delicious. It is good fun to be on holiday in Northern Ireland with my sister and Pepperfly. The pots will be dried for about three to four weeks, after which they will be glazed and fired. My sister will then pick them up and take them to the Netherlands in August. Hopefully!!