My Abuela's Recipe Doesn't Measure Anything

tried to write down my abuela's arroz con pollo and she said "un puñado" for everything. a handful of rice. a handful of love. a handful of whatever. i'm a line cook. i need grams. she thinks grams are for people who don't trust their hands. we're both right. we're both annoyed.

I tried to write down my abuela's arroz con pollo. She said un puñado for everything. A handful of rice. A handful of love. A handful of whatever.

I am a line cook. I need grams. She thinks grams are for people who do not trust their hands.

We are both right. We are both annoyed.

Professional kitchens run on repeatability. Family kitchens run on memory. The recipe is not in the ingredients. It is in the wrist, the season, the person standing at the stove who learned by watching someone who never wrote anything down.

I am trying to honor both systems. So far the notebook is mostly arguments.

Know someone who should read this?