I feel an idiot. All my life I laughed first on my mother and sister, then on my wife, that they were not able to determine exactly how much filling a cake needed, always remains superfluous, and I have something to feed while baking in the oven. Female eye measurement, irrational use of products, etc. Only yesterday accidentally heard how the wife teaches the daughter: "Make more stuff, Daddy loves to eat it just like that, always with a spoonful ready to serve."