
The collectionExhibit No. 010
From the kitchen
A measure of enough.
One wooden spoon. No written quantities.
The storysincere
I asked her how much to add. She held up this spoon, looked at the pan, and said I would know. This was not the precise instruction I had hoped for.
For years, I thought cooking meant remembering her measurements. It turns out she was watching, tasting, and changing her mind.
The spoon lives beside my cooker now. I still use a measuring jug. I am also getting better at knowing.
A fictional story, written for this sample exhibit.