Grandpa Julio’s Simple Vanilla Cake
Grandpa Julio was my dad's father. He was this amazing man with a killer sense of humor and full of stories to tell. He used to love singing us random little tunes that he had no doubt learned from his own parents. It never dawned on me why he knew so many Brazilian songs, and it wasn't until I was old enough to realize and know that his father and his father's parents and ancestors, were all from Brazil. He was the fun grandpa, we would go to the coast on vacation and would watch him swimming in the ocean, he was like a fish, in and out, gracefully swimming, but also coming to stand by us and holding us...