Cake

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When I was 10 years old, I used to live in a small town in Mexico where everyone knew each other. Particularly my grandmother, who was a well-known florist and a flamboyant woman. One day at the shop, the governor’s daughter Camila came in looking for her. She was getting married and wanted this beautiful cake for her wedding party. Camila showed my grandmother a picture of it. Actually, it was a page torn off from a European magazine. One could barely tell it was a cake; every inch of it was covered with big, white, beautiful flowers that even covered the plate holding it. It looked more like a centerpiece than a cake. The flowers were edible and handmade, of course.
No baker had an idea of how to make the flowers and didn’t want to take a chance either. Camila had gone to see my grandmother as a last resort and asked her if she could make a cake like the one in the picture. My grandmother excitedly told her that she knew exactly what she wanted and that she’d make the most beautiful cake for her.
The instant Camila happily stepped outside and the door closed, my grandmother ...

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