Paska according to grandmother's recipe

Saturday before Easter. Grandma Nina and I are tidying up in the kitchen. Every year, on this day, my grandmother used to bake Paska. Only she was engaged in this responsible mission in the family. Before, when there was still an old oven, paska was baked only there. But when civilization came and a gas boiler was installed in the kitchen, the stove had to be thrown away.
Now the paska was baked in a gas oven. But it does not matter where it is baked. It is important who bakes it and how. Grandma had one recipe and always baked according to it. When I was still small, my grandmother only allowed me to grease the molds with lard and at the end sprinkle the decorating. Here she also had her own way of decorating. She dissolved sugar in a glass of cold water, greased the hot paste and sprinkled it with colorful sprinkles.


- Grandma, let me knead the paska this year! - I asked, because I felt like an adult and wanted to master this skill.
I really loved when grandmother Nina began to cast spells over the main attribute of the holiday. All day she ran after her and asked if the paska was ready. After all, she smelled so delicious all over the yard and simply did not give my stomach peace. And how delicious it was! We tasted it still hot. While the grandmother was preparing the second batch of Easter bread, there was little left from the first.
"Okay," my grandmother answered my requests. - But remember that you need to approach the dough with bright, kind thoughts. Otherwise, the paska will not succeed.

...Grandma prepared everything for the dough - and I got down to business. It took twenty-five minutes to knead, my hands hurt, and I was losing strength, but I didn't give up, because it was the first time in my life - and I wanted to finish this thing myself. I greased the molds, as usual, with lard, formed the bees, let them rise, baked, greased with white fondant and decorated with colored sprinkles. Although my grandmother did not recognize this method of decoration, but it was MY paska.

"You managed to do a very good job," my grandmother praised me.
She always taught me everything she knew herself. She always took me to work, showed and told how to do this or that correctly. She wanted to convey all my wisdom.
— Irina, this year, you bake! - they told me before Easter. - After all, you know how to bake it.
Grandma Nina has been gone for three years now, and I still bake Paska every year on Saturday according to her recipe.

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I hope you enjoyed reading this.

See you soon,
Irina!