My daughter likes to use cup measurements, I prefer pounds and ounces. She teaches Reception and first year children, so her baking classes are designed to make life easy for her and the children, I understand that. I am always perplexed at the very idea of measuring out a cup of butter, for example. It sounds very messy, not that the infants in her classes would be bothered, the more mess the better!
Of course many of todays recipes are given in grams, another alien concept to me; difficult for me to visualise. Wherever possible I stick to good old Imperial pounds and ounces, although I must admit that digital scales make using the alternative very easy.
I stick to my beloved Imperial measurements. Is one allowed to say that these days?
I celebrate Pecks, Gills, Bushels, Noggins and Ounces and I delight in the fact that my mother taught me that a pint of water weighs a pound and a quarter. Pounds, ounces, stones.
How agile our minds must have been as we answered arithmetic questions which called for money to be calculated in £'s, shillings and pence - with 12 pence to the shilling, 20 shillings to the £, and 21/- to the Guinea.
I am old enough to remember being able to purchase some sort of small sweetie from the corner shop for the princely sum of one farthing, four of which made one old penny. This stimulates other memories of Black Jacks, Fruit Salads and a sour sherbet sweet like yellow sugar, into which we would stab a wet finger, delighting in the sharp sour taste and the fun of ending up with a finger which became yellow stained and made us look as though we smoked forty cigarettes a day.
I digress. Forget the sweets, celebrate the old Imperial measurements. Mini rant over, my granddaughter has arrived.