Naughty Christmas

As soon as I saw the look in Simone's eyes, I had a feeling we were not going to be baking ordinary Christmas cookies this year.



Daymon peeling almonds, still happily unaware of the naughty marsipan scheme he will soon be part of.

Simone testing a model for her sculpture, which soon took the form of a phallic tribute to marsipan baking.
Pretty soon, Daymon's Asian upbringing kicked in, his suspicious skepticism increasing by the minute.


Was he right?

He was. But it was too late. Naughtiness was all over.

Next year's project is allegedly going to be a Seigmenn-based gingerbread brothel, states Simone from her hiding place in Leikanger.

Me? I was not part of this. Honestly!