How do you measure love? Is it felt by the intensity of a hug, the passion of a kiss, the size of a box of chocolates or the number of rose stems in a bouquet?
Today, I measure love with a tin-measuring cup.
For years upon years my Tennessee grandmother whipped up homemade biscuits served with red eye gravy, eggs, bacon for her family. I was fortunate enough to be part of many of those special family breakfasts.
I would watch my petite Southern grandmother measure out the flour, salt, baking powder, milk, and shortening using the very same old measuring cup and measuring spoons that she had used for decades. Once everything was in the mixing bowl, she would give a little stir, and then pour out the ingredients on to a breadboard. After kneading it a little, the dough was placed into an black and worn cast iron skillet. Into the oven it would go until the biscuits were baked light brown and to perfection.
The butter and cloverleaf honey were already out when those hot-out-of-the-oven biscuits were placed in the center of the kitchen table for the family to enjoy.
So much love and attention went into this early morning ritual.
After grandmother died, her sons asked me what of her possessions I would like to have. Without hesitation, I asked, ‘Could I possibly have her set of kitchen measuring spoons and her measuring cup?’ I’m sure they thought ‘what a crazy woman to be asking for such mundane things!’
But the deeper truth is that by holding in my hands these simple objects, I remember a woman who was a special part of my life for so many years.
A tin measuring cup and a set of measuring spoons. Symbols of love.
What treasured family heirlooms do you possess? What memories do these items stir up inside of you? We’d love to hear from you!