Big bags of nuts and dried fruit are good value, but eating straight from them is a guessing game. On Sunday afternoons I divide one into small jars, and it takes ten minutes.
Rice grows. Everyone knows that, and yet I still manage to cook enough for an army. These are the numbers I finally wrote on a card and taped inside the cupboard door.
A soup is the easiest thing to portion badly. This red lentil version is written for six bowls, and the trick that made it work was measuring the finished pot with a ladle.
For years I cooked pasta by pouring it straight from the bag until it ‘looked right’. It never did. A cheap set of kitchen scales fixed that, and it’s why this notebook exists.