The Convent of St Clement supposedly came up with this delectable stuff in the 16th century, when there was a famine on. Almond trees grow like weed in and around Toledo, so the nuns ground up the almonds, mixed them with sugar, and hey presto – marzipan.
It is sold in dozens of shops across town.
Some of the more creative establishments like to mold theirs into fancy fairy tale castles:
Toledo is home to innumerable convents, and each of them seems to make its own marzipan as well as other types of sweets. The convents usually have a shop attached where they sell their delicacies to the public. Signs like this are plastered all over town:
All looks harmless enough, doesn’t it. But don’t be deceived. In a cunning feat of investigative journalism, I have uncovered the shocking truth of what goes on behind the scenes: A deplorable local racket of nun slavery!
Valiantly risking my own life, I managed to sneak into one of those
sweetshops sweatshops, where I took these heartbreaking photographs:
Unfortunately, my cover was blown when I decided to take some samples. Purely for evidence, you understand. They kicked me out.
Actually, I’ve decided that I don’t give a rat’s arse about how much they suffer. As long as they keep coming up with the goods.