I don’t like to use recipes. When I used to help my Mom make dinner there were no instructions — she just knew how much to put in. Of course, I never wrote anything down, so now I don’t recall how to make any of her dishes. So if any of you ever run across a Macedonian cookbook (heaven knows where, they’re not a Chapters) pick it up and I’ll pay you back.
But getting back to my lack of interest in cooking protocols. This no recipe habit usually is not a big deal, I can guess proportions pretty well but today I think I experienced a ginger overdose.
I grated a two inch piece into a cup of boiling water. It seemed a bit strong (okay, very strong) so I Googled it. Apparently I was supposed to use a two inch piece with about 4 cups of water.
Tomorrow I will make a proper ginger tea. One that doesn’t make me worry that I am in danger of ginger poisoning.