We all have these moments in our lives these moments when we change dramatically. I never really knew how crucial this one experience would be to me. This one-day turned out o be a twisting point in my life. A point I would remember till the end of time. Okay, maybe I am exaggerating a little bit, but this experience did change me in a way.
It was a usual sunny winter day here in Kiev, Ukraine. I was a little child at the age of six. My parents were at work and my nanny was on her vacation, I was home alone. I had absolutely nothing to do, I read all the books, sculpted all the clay figures, and played with all the Barbies. I was basically dying of boredom. I lay on the comfy sofa and tried to sleep, but suddenly, with a glimpse of an eye, I noticed a bright candy-apple red book standing tall on the shelf. I stood up to grab it from the shelf, but being only 130 centimeters tall, all I could do was barely touch the shelf under it. In a few minutes a genius idea struck me. I carried a huge, tall stool to the bookshelf cabinet. My little hands where shaking as I chiseled the thick and heavy book out of its place.
“Basics of Baking” the book read in black typewriter script. It was an old, dusty soviet-time cookbook, devoted to baking. I was pretty good at reading for your average six year old, I could even read stories to myself at bedtime! Though the book had a few more words and less pictures than Sleeping Beauty I skimmed through it, looking for familiar words, and decided to give one of the recipes a go. Raspberry crumb cakes, meringues, chocolate cheesecakes, berry pavlovas, buttery cookies, almond madelines, and ganaches, all of these things seemed so new to me, I felt like a pirate exploring the sea. My sea though, was different, it was filled with ingredients, recipes, chocolate, sugar, and wonder.
I chose a recipe that didn’t seem very complicated – a plain vanilla sponge cake. I read all the...