The problem with 3/4 is that it’s the awkward middle child of measurements. You have 1/2 cup (easy), you have 1 cup (easier), but 3/4? It’s the “I want the middle seat on a road trip” of baking.
One time, I was making a double batch of chocolate chip cookies. The recipe asked for 3/4 cup of brown sugar, and I didn’t have a 3/4 cup measure. So I sat on my kitchen floor, spooning sugar into a 1/4 cup like a sad robot, counting to three, over and over. My cat judged me. Hard.
That’s when I realized: 3/4 cup is just three 1/4 cups. But when you’re in a hurry, you forget even the simplest math. Your brain just goes, “Spoon. Spoon. Spoon. Why is my life like this?”
