“Old woman, I cannot read your recipe,” is how I began many a phone call to Granny after I moved away. “What does it say, old gal?” she would ask. “I don’t know. You have the worst penmanship I have ever seen.” “Maybe if you had paid attention when I was making it, you wouldn’t need the recipe,” she commented. I sighed. Granny’s idea of baking would probably drive modern day bakers and chefs crazy. She didn’t really use measuring cups or spoons, preferring to eyeball her ingredients, a cardinal sin in baking. “You are supposed to use exact measurements,” I told her once.