Once upon a time
Once upon a time

Pies, Pastries, Buns, Tarts

"Pies... pastries, buns, tarts," Anna repeated dreamily. Dreamily because she didn’t know how to cook neither pies, nor pastries, nor buns. She didn’t like dough, and dough didn’t like her. Anna’s grandmother loved dough. She cooked with pleasure and talked to it. It was so nice to watch her work with it, how the pastries rose, how the whole house smelled. Anna dreamed that when she grew up, she would cook the same way, but dreaming turned out to be more enjoyable... In her dreams, there were also ideas: to sing, act in movies, wear only high heels, ride horses, scuba dive. And why should dreams come true? Dreams are meant to be dreamed! Anna thought. And everything she never even dreamed of came true for her, though she did manage to arrange a few things for herself… can you guess? Pies, pastries, buns, tarts… Her apartment was above a bakery!