I was thinking about measurements today. As a dietitian, I measure a lot of things. When developing meal plans and recipes, I am especially careful about measurements. I think that they are exceedingly helpful in being successful in many areas of nutrition. After all, measurements help ensure that everyone reading the information understands exactly what is meant and results in consistent foods through standardized recipes.
Sometimes that just doesn't happen. Sometimes we throw in a pinch of this and a dash of that and we end up with a very different result each time. It can be good, but it can also be terrible. My training has taught me the need to be exact. But sometimes I don't want to be exact. Sometimes I want to find a little grey.
My grandmother was a great cook. I never once remember her measuring out flour for her biscuits. She never used a measuring cup for the buttermilk. Everything was done by feel. She had a scoop that she used, some sort of cup, but not a traditional measuring utensil. She'd add in a little more buttermilk or flour, until the point where the soft, sticky dough was perfect. And the biscuits were always perfect. Light and golden brown, slightly crunchy on the top and around the edges and tender inside. Steam coming out as I broke one open to add some butter. And she used a drinking glass to cut them into rounds, by the way. The same glass that I might have my milk out of alongside my biscuit.
I wish I had a glass of sweet milk with a flour dusted rim and a biscuit made by my grandmother right now. When I get to heaven, I hope that it's waiting for me with a big grandma hug. That's the best food I can think of tonight...oh, and by the way, there'll be no calorie counting in heaven! One more thing to look forward to.