When I was a child, the official punishment was to eat my grandma’s soup. And in cases where I behaved well and needed to be fed, she sat down opposite me and persuaded me - well, it’s not so bad, it’s even tasty, please, granddaughter, eat.

There's one thing I miss that Granny makes better than anyone in the world - scones. The fact is that my beloved grandmother lived most of her life in Uzbekistan.

Imagine, I even did my first blog tour there because I wanted to see places from my grandmother’s stories.

So it was in Uzbekistan that Granny learned how to cook these flatbreads. There is probably nothing really Mega complicated in the recipe. In my memory, it's just dough in a frying pan, where two slits are made in a round cake.

I remember their taste. When I get to Kyiv, I will definitely ask you to make these flatbreads for me. And I'll write down the recipe.

So now I want to be 5 years old again. I will sit at the table on a stool. Dangle your legs, tear off pieces of flatbread, listen to grandma's stories.

But I don’t really want all this right now. All these viruses, courses, borders and the list. Just an apron, cakes and the dear hands of my dear Heart.

Tell us something warm about your Grandmothers. What was the most delicious thing they cooked for you, for example?

Thank you all, I hope everyone liked my blog and someone will remember something of their own.