Brandon rolled up his sleeves and asked her to teach him how to make a sugar rose.

She spread powdered sugar across the table, placed a lump of fondant in front of him, and demonstrated how to thin each petal without tearing it.

His first attempt resembled a crumpled napkin.

“That’s a very ambitious cabbage,” Grandma observed.

He looked wounded.

“I was going for a rose.”

“Keep trying.”

By the fourth attempt, he had something recognizably floral.