Cute Cups

So I recently learned something about myself. I may be turning into my mom. For years I've been battling her on her no measurement policy. She says she can't help it, that that's just the way she was taught to cook but a fat load of good that does me when I'm trying to figure out how to make one of my grandma's dishes. I try to explain to her that cooking is all about ratios (i.e. this is why she is a notoriously terrible baker) to no avail. I remember spending 45 minutes on the phone with her once trying to confirm that the ratio to cook rice is 2 parts water to 1 part rice in which she would not give me a straight answer and kept saying "you just put as much rice and water as you need for the amount of people you're trying to feed. I eventually demanded that she put my father on the phone who gave me a simple "yes." 

But as I was posting this "recipe," I realized that I too have begun to cook without measurement. This is all fine and well when experimenting, but seeing my mother's nature come out in my cooking has scared me into vigilance. I must keep an eye on myself, I can't let myself get to the point where I ignore quantities in recipe cards. I have come up with a solution: cute measuring cups.