When I think about Grandma Knez baking, I see her in her kitchen, working at the kitchen table. Every ingredient was assembled and ready for whatever treat she was making that day -- maybe bukda or bábovka or koláčky or my favorite, rohlíčky. She mixed them all up in a large crockery bowl, beating them with a wooden spoon.
She had an eight-cup flour sifter that sat in an aluminum pie plate when not in use. For each addition, she scooped flour out of the bag and into the sifter right over the mixing bowl. She never turned its little crank. Instead, she banged it lightly against the heel of her other hand. Every time she set the sifter back in its pie plate, some flour fell through. Eventually she'd pick up the pie plate and dump its flour into the bowl too.
Grandma never measured the flour. She just knew.
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