It occurred to me while we were up north that both my mom and
I could work with the jumbo Pyrex measuring device, but that didn't help with the smaller measurements I needed for salt, sugar, and baking powder. She did have a Gloria Jeans coffee measuring scoop, but frustratingly, it didn't say anywhere on it what size it was. I took a wild guess that it was 1 tablespoon, but upon consultation with Matthew (after I had already measured out and dumped in the aforementioned ingredients), I think it's more likely it was 2 tbls. This resulted in the completed beer bread being too dense and salty, although husband and in-laws assured me it was fine. But then, they're obligated to say that, even if I served them unbaked dough in silt. But kindly relative sentiments aside, it was too dense and salty.
It seems that Matthew's mom doesn't use measuring spoons. On those occasions where she needs to dump in a tablespoon or a teaspoon of something, she uses tableware to approximate it. I remember my mom doing the same thing when I was little. So now I'm wondering if it's coincidence or a generational thing.
Anyway, the next time we go up to visit Matthew's folks, I'm packing along a set of measuring spoons.
Writing Stuff
Researching Japanese poetry and song styles, specifically Imayo, the popular song form of the mid- to late-Heian Era. Got a little carried away with the researching yesterday, resulting in relatively few words on the page.
The thing is, I'm not a poet. I'm in awe of writers like
Meep.
New Words:
300 on "Birds of White Rhythm."
My thoughts were pretty fragmented yesterday, and with the poetry thing and all, I ended up skipping scenes. Great for forging ahead when I'm stuck on what's going to happen next, but now I gotta figure out how to connect the pieces.
Club 100 For Writers
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