When Heidy was just a little girl, she started learning about baking from her grandmother Andrea.
Her bread was legendary in the small village and Heidy would go door-to-door selling it.
If Heidy al.
A few gray strands slipping out as she works over the outdoor fire as the sun rises, her rough hands stirring a large pot of maize.
If Heidy closes her eyes, she can almost picture her grandmother Andrea, wearing her modest, yet faded shin-length dress, her long dark hair secured in a bun.
When Heidy was just a little girl, she started learning about baking from her grandmother Andrea.
Her bread was legendary in the small village and Heidy would go door-to-door selling it