A lifetime ago I was 20-years-old and married less than a week when someone at work gave me a recipe to try. “It’s easy and cheap.” I eagerly attempted the chicken and potatoe chip casserole that night. It took extra time to figure out how many cups are in 2 pounds of flour. The uncooked mess was clearly wrong so I called her on the phone and described my problem. She laughed so hard she couldn’t talk. When she was finally able to gasp out words she explained my problem. “It says two t-b-s for tablespoons, not l-b-s for pounds.” It looked like an “l” to me.