Without any hesitation.
I had long hair (blonde, very thick and curly) in my late teens. Back then men with long hair were pretty rare outside the larger cities, so I usually got a large variety of insults nearly every time I went to countryside.
Sometimes people would throw money at my feet and yelled “Go to a barber, freak!” I always thanked them out loud and then I picked the money up.
Free money is always nice.
Our national broadcast company showed the execution live. I do not know why my parents allowed then 10 year old me watch it, but I remember it well.
I think that “einkorn” is what we call “speltti” and if so, it indeed does make a good bread. I’ve also tried einkorn/speltti beer, which also had a unique and enjoyable flavour.
The texture of sour rye bread and and einkorn/speltti bread is very similar, but the sourness is what makes the rye really stand out.
I recommend trying it when the bread is warm so that the butter partially melts on it, with thin slices of salted salmon or good cheese. It is mindblowingly good.
Congratulations for discovering tastes beyond sweet white bread! “Knekkebrod” is a basic staple in all Nordic countries, naturally with regional varieties.
Have you ever tasted sour rye bread? If not, here is a recipe if you feel like expanding your taste horizons to a whole new level:
https://zegedinesandbellytimber.blogspot.com/2011/06/hapanleipa-finnish-sour-rye-bread.html?m=1
I must choose the very unpopular “B”, for the sole reason that rest of the world is seemingly unable or unwilling to make proper sourdough rye bread. It is very, very delicious.
Nowadays, definitely.
But a few decades ago in my backwater country this was reality. It happened to me twice on different regions and one of my friends who also had long hair told me it had also happened to him. I only got pocket change, but still enough to buy a can of beer ;)
At the time we deduced that there had to have been some broadcast TV show which had given them this bizarre idea, since widespread Internet access was years away at the time.
But as if this was not enough, the wierdest heckling I got was when I walking the dog with my girlfriend and a group of guys about our age passed us and called us “fucking gay”. My girlfriend was feminine, pretty and I was very far from both.
It was a very, very strange time.