Back when I first started this blog–back in the dark ages (y’know–last year)–I wrote a post commemorating my love for my kitchen scale. I still have an undying passion for my kitchen scale, but that one that I wrote about before? Well, I’m sad to say we had to put it out to pasture. Its poor little buttons were cracking and peeling and sluggish. It just couldn’t stand up to the daily rigors of life in my kitchen.
So, fickle strumpet that I am, I REPLACED it. Adding insult to injury, I even got a fancy new model with more bells and whistles. This is my new lovely.
I love that the weighing surface is larger–big enough to hold a mixing bowl, or a handful of spinach linguine, without bits hanging over the edge (I worry that those bits aren’t getting weighed accurately; these are the things that worry me). I love that I don’t have to mash the tare button so hard my finger hurts in order to get the thing to reset. I love that it will translate volume for me.*
But mostly, I love that it measures down to the gram. 8 grams of yeast? 13 grams of salt? 267 grams of sugar? No problem.
We’ve had the thing for a couple of months now, and I still giggle every time I measure out some odd quantity like that.
You know how your third grade teacher insisted you had to know how to estimate? Guess what: she was wrong!
Accuracy is good.
*The volume function is cool. Say you need 3/4 cup of sugar. You get the code for sugar (the list of codes comes with the instructions, on a handy laminated card), put that code into the machine, and pour until the screen indicates that you’ve reached 3/4 cup. My days of jotting down weight translations in the margins of all my recipes are over!