Great grandma
Love was her main talent
Margarita or, as everyone called her, Rita, was my grandmother. I didn't call her Rita or Grandma, but Bika. My Bika was unusual and wonderful in many ways, but I will always remember Uvik as an unsurpassed confectioner.
Since I was little, she made me cakes that you couldn't even get in a pastry shop in those days, not only in taste but also in appearance. One of my favorite cakes was a three-dimensional bee with large waffle wings and a three-dimensional train that had a different type of candy in each car. And the strangest thing of all is that she wasn't the artistic type at all, unlike me.
However, one cake in particular remained in my memory. I was a bit more grown up then, at least that's what I thought. I was in the seventh or eighth grade of elementary school, but I was still small to my Bika and she wanted to make me a cake, but she didn't know for what reason considering my age. When I came home from school, I was absolutely stunned. On the cake with bilin whipped cream, the perfect silhouette of the head of the brown horse that I adored was outlined.
\\\\\\"But, Biko, how did you do that???? You don't know how to draw!!\\\\\\"
She would smile so sweetly, proudly:
\\\\\\"It's a secret, hihi.\\\\\\"
I persuaded her for a long time to tell, so she gave in to her granddaughter. When I was drawing that horse, she waited for me to cut out the silhouette and put the rest of the paper away when I left. When the time came, she placed the leftovers on the cake and just sprinkled them with cocoa, leaving a perfect silhouette. Absolutely genius how she came up with a plan for my birthday that was months away in a jiffy.
