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Eventually, I had to admit to myself that while I still love the idea of sharing perfectly measured, scientific recipes here on the blog, my life is simply not in a state to be precisely measured and doled out in half teaspoons of basil at the present time. On the contrary, my life much more accurately resembles a blender full of whirling, pureeing soup with the top flown off. My life is constantly exploding, flying up onto the ceiling, and dripping down onto my head again.
Cooking remains my one opportunity to breathe deeply and decompress, not wonder whether I accurately tabulated the amount of juice in the lemon I just squeezed. I am chronically and unsuccessfully trying to tabulate every single other element of my life, so in the kitchen I finally just let go and squeezed the lemon, sans measuring cup.
I have even found baking, in which I have been told so many times one must always measure precisely, to be very forgiving and open to spontaneity. Baking soda and baking powder now get "measured" casually in the palm of my hand, and I pay more attention to the texture of my dough than to exactly how much flour I am adding...
So I humbly beg your tolerance, dear reader, and pray you will accept my more relaxed, free-form style of cooking, filled with exuberant splashes, dashes, and sprinkles. And continued antidotes about soup dripping on my head, of course.
For example, tonight's asparagus...
Steam 1 large bunch of asparagus until crisp tender
Drizzle toasted sesame oil over the asparagus.
Splash on some liquid coconut aminos.
Squeeze on some fresh lime juice.
Sprinkle on sesame seeds, and voila!
Even my beloved grandmother wrote recipes in a rather flowing fashion, rather than a precise list of ingredients followed by an orderly set of steps...
How do you prefer to cook? Are you a measurer, or do you prefer a sprinkle of this and a dash of that?
I still measure for the blog but I do like to measure in a handful or a drizzle sometimes rather than a cup or teaspoon - and I agree that baking is forgiving - I like your reminder that our grandmothers often used recipes with a lot less precision than those today - I think that was a sign of a time when people cooked enough to use intuition - and I suspect that is what you are using too
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