Measure me, or not?

I'm in a reflective, sentimental, near mushy state of mind. Pete and the rest of camp are asleep. Even the rabbits are mostly still, preparing. Or maybe just in a mushy state of mind. Yesterday we looked a little more closely at our favorite son of a rabbit and Pete pronounced, "His ear (the one that looks like two) is growing back!" "Told you," I said in that no-mistake-about-it-way I have about things that aren't really positively so. It's just that I love the possibility we were right to pour some extra (chickweed and veg scraps) magic. Just in case.

In a few minutes I'll finish up here and make a small batch of breakfast, a new recipe that is fresh from my inventory of things-to-cook-from-the-safety pin cafe. The method is what most cooks I've known and loved do. I even found this blog/website to reinforce my "told you" philosophy (And my Ma would be with me, too. I know that!:) "7 Reasons to Stop Measuring Ingredients" is a fun and sensible approach. I've included the first two reasons ... I cook with them nearly every time and any time I cook.

1. Cook faster

Even when you love to cook, you don’t want to be spending all your time in the kitchen—especially when the activity is repeated three times a day, seven days a week…the entire time you’re alive. Learning to cook without measuring can shave precious minutes off that prep time, minutes that can be added back to other things you love.

2. Wash fewer dishes

If you don’t use measuring cups and spoons, you don’t have to wash them. (Magical, right?) - White Apron Chef

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Below is a snip of a story I wrote in 2016, when we lived in the woods with Eileen and Mary. It was that time of many medicine stories wanting out, pouring through my fingers, without measuring. I thought I'd leave a trace of it here ... with a link to the whole story in case someone out there is in need of a bit of a recipe of sweet, and aging goodness and time with mo'opuna (grandchildren) who you may, or may not have, making some good without measuring.

This bit is a jump into the story already in progress: 

"The pancakes filled them with all the things they loved. The freshly laid eggs came from the hens who scratched and tilled the orchard floor. Butter melting in the small orange pan just smelled right. Lei'ohu pinched enough of the sweet-smelling cinnamon to sprinkle over the whole wheat flour and old-fashioned oats. Sophie nodded when she thought there was enough. "Mommy uses a spoon to measure things like cinnamon when we bake." Sophie had her granddaughter wrapped in a patch-worked apron and encouraged her to use it to wipe her fingers and hands as needed. "There are many ways to measure what you need in a good recipe, Sweetie Pie. Some cooks will tell you spoons and measuring cups are must have's. Other cooks have an eye for what's right, and a feel for how much flour should go with that much (she pointed to the mountain of oats) oatmeal. I am one of the Lucy Goosey Cooks. Sometimes I measure, but not always. Other times, I just picture how things go together ... and most of the time I'm right."

"Mostly is good enough ha, Tutu." - go here to start at the beginning of "A Native Fern."

And yes, Maurine I keep cranking out these posts ... like there's no tomorrow (even if there is one:)

Are you a cook who measures, or not? 

Mahalo Linda and Len for sharing this YouTube. xoxo

RELATED LINK:
"Vanilla Crazy Cake ..." (it's the recipe I mention in this post with some gluten-free, sweet mochi rice and brown rice flour instead of wheat)