By Any Measure – Don’t Count the Tamales!

By Angie Gomez Lippiatt “I don’t understand how you can cook without measuring?” my husband asked me this past Thanksgiving, as I prepared for the evening’s dinner. This is a question I’ve been asked more than a few times, as I’ve meandered through my culinary endeavors. Growing up, I can recall my Mama’s pretty measuring cups and their relatives, the measuring spoons, hanging neatly and dust free on hooks my dad had installed. They were kitchen decor and nothing more. Neither my Mama nor my Nana Juanita ever measured anything. I grew up watching my Mama eyeball measure all ingredients,…