1/4 cup measures.
No matter how many sets of measuring cups I have, I never can find one.
Where do they go?
I know I put one in the putrid soy powder that I mix with juice and drink to stave off the ‘flinging the covers on and off in the middle of the night’ sleep deprivation syndrome.
But where the heck are all the others?
Is there some kind of an alternate universe where everything is measured in quarter cups, and my measuring cups were whisked through a black hole to join millions of their twins (twillions), where they’re now measuring ceaselessly day and night, assuming there is a day/night phenomenon in this alternate universe?
Is this a sign from God that I should be doubling every recipe that contains a 1/4 cup of anything? I have plenty of half cup measures. Maybe I just think too small all the time.
Or is it the case that, if I asked four random strangers (presuming they had some familiarity with measuring things), each one would be missing a different cup from the set? And if we all pooled our incomplete collections of measuring cups, we’d have perfect sets.
The only problem with that theory is that I’m sure no one’s missing the 1/3 cup measure. They’re too hard to miss because they’re always climbing to the top of the measuring cup pile and shouting, “Pick me! Pick me!” But nobody ever does because they’re basically useless.
Not like 1/4 cup measures, which I would use all the time if I could find one.