Yet another of those things that are damn handy to have available, and you never do. So, I'm putting it here so I know where I can find it!
Cooking Measurement Conversion Chart
1 tablespoon = 3 teaspoons
2 tablespoons = 1/8 cup
4 tablespoons = 1/4 cup
8 tablespoons = 1/2 cup
16 tablespoons = 1 cup
1 fluid ounce = 2 tablespoons
4 fluid ounces = 1/2 cup
8 fluid ounces = 1 cup
12 fluid ounces = 1 1/2 cups
16 fluid ounces = 2 cups
1 cup = 1/2 pint
2 cups = 1 pint
4 cups = 2 pints
2 pints = 1 quart
4 quarts = 1 gallon
8 quarts = 1 peck
4 pecks = 1 bushel
16 ounces = 1 pound
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
'Tis the Season...
Yeah, I know, the "holiday" season is over and done with--although, here in Denver, holiday lights are kept up until the National Western Stock Show is over, on Su 24 Jan 2010 (having begun on Tu 5 Jan 2010).
I have lots of things on my mind, I guess that it's because it is now 2010 a nice round number and it kinda' roooolls off the tongue--two zero, one zero. And having returned from my annual trip to Bedford TX, listening to that accent, had me remembering growing up in Big Spring, TX.
Therefore, I'm gonna' share with you a story.
Now, a bit of background my father was raised in Tulsa OK, and had an Oklahoma accent. My mother was raised all over the states, and Pacific--so she didn't have much of an accent--that I remember. My father was also a fighter pilot in the Air Force--a "lifer." So he got stationed at Webb AFB, Big Spring TX around 1964. We had just lived in Okinawa, where my younger brother and sister were born.
Now, Ah had ben tole that Ah tawlked liik I wuz frum Texas--but Ah new that Ah din't--'cuz Ah din't sae: y'all! All thoz frum Texas an Oklahoma said: "y'all," an Ah specifickly did NOT sae "y'all." But Ah kept bein' tole that, Ah sownded lik that, much to mae suprize!
After movin' tew Texas frum Okinawa, Ah began skoul--third grade, Miz Dudley's klas. One dae, Mis Dudley tole us to rite our otto-bi-og-ra-fee. Now, in ma opinyun, Ah haddn't dun mutch. But Ah did ma best.
Miz Dudley had tole us, in an otto-bi-og-ra-fee, yew began with tellen' where yew were born an sum interestin stuf bout that. Then yew kud tell sum stuf bout what yew had dun sinse then. Then yew kud tell bout summtin that wuz intrestin that happened resently.
So, Ah tole bout bein born in Warshington, (but Ah culd nevr remembr if that wuz "dc" or "state"--cuz bein from Okinawa, Ah dint noe the difrence, an Ah kept forgittin the anser). Ah then tole bout movin tew Texas, an a bit o stuf bout that. Ah wuz reelly stuk on summin that hapened resently. Ah strugld and strugld, an after much thinkin and stuf, Ah wroat that Ah had fallin doun, an hurt my ebow--E-B-O-W--yew no, that joit betwn yur shulder and rist.
Ah tuk ma papur to Miz Dudley, fur her to luuk ovr. She sad Ah did goud, but Ah had mispeled "ebow," Ah needed tu 'soun it awout!' Sew Ah went bak to ma desk, an raced e-b-o-w, an rote: E-B-O-W-E! (ya noe--sylent "e"!). Miz Dudley agin sad noe!? How bout A-B-O-W? A-B-O-W-E?
Ah had jus bout raced a whol in ma papur! Miz Dudley took simpathe on me, an tole me 'ebow' wuz speled: E-L-B-O-W--an Ah thawt when did we get a sylent "L"???!
This is a prime example of why learning to spell phonetically just doesn't work!
I have lots of things on my mind, I guess that it's because it is now 2010 a nice round number and it kinda' roooolls off the tongue--two zero, one zero. And having returned from my annual trip to Bedford TX, listening to that accent, had me remembering growing up in Big Spring, TX.
Therefore, I'm gonna' share with you a story.
Now, a bit of background my father was raised in Tulsa OK, and had an Oklahoma accent. My mother was raised all over the states, and Pacific--so she didn't have much of an accent--that I remember. My father was also a fighter pilot in the Air Force--a "lifer." So he got stationed at Webb AFB, Big Spring TX around 1964. We had just lived in Okinawa, where my younger brother and sister were born.
Now, Ah had ben tole that Ah tawlked liik I wuz frum Texas--but Ah new that Ah din't--'cuz Ah din't sae: y'all! All thoz frum Texas an Oklahoma said: "y'all," an Ah specifickly did NOT sae "y'all." But Ah kept bein' tole that, Ah sownded lik that, much to mae suprize!
After movin' tew Texas frum Okinawa, Ah began skoul--third grade, Miz Dudley's klas. One dae, Mis Dudley tole us to rite our otto-bi-og-ra-fee. Now, in ma opinyun, Ah haddn't dun mutch. But Ah did ma best.
Miz Dudley had tole us, in an otto-bi-og-ra-fee, yew began with tellen' where yew were born an sum interestin stuf bout that. Then yew kud tell sum stuf bout what yew had dun sinse then. Then yew kud tell bout summtin that wuz intrestin that happened resently.
So, Ah tole bout bein born in Warshington, (but Ah culd nevr remembr if that wuz "dc" or "state"--cuz bein from Okinawa, Ah dint noe the difrence, an Ah kept forgittin the anser). Ah then tole bout movin tew Texas, an a bit o stuf bout that. Ah wuz reelly stuk on summin that hapened resently. Ah strugld and strugld, an after much thinkin and stuf, Ah wroat that Ah had fallin doun, an hurt my ebow--E-B-O-W--yew no, that joit betwn yur shulder and rist.
Ah tuk ma papur to Miz Dudley, fur her to luuk ovr. She sad Ah did goud, but Ah had mispeled "ebow," Ah needed tu 'soun it awout!' Sew Ah went bak to ma desk, an raced e-b-o-w, an rote: E-B-O-W-E! (ya noe--sylent "e"!). Miz Dudley agin sad noe!? How bout A-B-O-W? A-B-O-W-E?
Ah had jus bout raced a whol in ma papur! Miz Dudley took simpathe on me, an tole me 'ebow' wuz speled: E-L-B-O-W--an Ah thawt when did we get a sylent "L"???!
This is a prime example of why learning to spell phonetically just doesn't work!
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