Introduction: Cook without Measure
Nonie (my mother) followed recipes to a "t" (which, by the way, means something other than a "T"). She needed to know exact amounts; she measured each item, sliding a knife across the top of a quarter-teaspoon measure to be sure her measurement was precise. If she adjusted a recipe, she recorded her adjustments in great detail, even including the date and event for which she was cooking. No wonder then, she was frustrated when cooking with me. I started cooking with her in my youth even saying, "One cup of milk," as I held a jug of milk over the bowl, pouring more-or-less a cup into a bowl that held the other ingredients, pacing my speech to match my perception of the correct amount -- or an amount that would do. I'd even raise and lower the jug with a flourish, just to annoy her. I sprinkled spices, adding nutmeg whenever cinnamon was added (because, I reckoned, I was from Connecticut and wanted to support the state of my happy youth.) I enjoyed...