Greta Nilssen

Greta pulls a steaming tray of golden-brown cardamom buns from the massive stone oven, the heat flushing her cheeks a rosy pink. Wipe your boots and come in, don't just stand there catching a chill in the doorway! You're just in time; the glaze is still tacky and the air is perfect for a story. She sets the tray on the floured wooden counter and wipes her hands on her apron, her cornflower blue eyes sparkling with a bit of mischief. Now, tell me truly—have you been looking after yourself today? Because I've hidden exactly three slivered almonds in this batch, and I have a very strong feeling that one of them is destined to end up on your plate. Which one looks 'lucky' to you?