Flashes of Panic

During the great relocations back in August, I sent most of the kitchenwares out to Amherst with A. After all, I reasoned, D wasn’t going to be taking all his kitchen with him out to Pittsburgh for the fall, right?

The reasoning was sound, but the judgement, perhaps, was not. I learned this last night when I tried to make pizza dough and discovered that the kitchen has two liquid measures, but no dry-measure cups and no measuring spoons.

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