Watching my daughter measure garri with a teaspoon nearly broke my heart today

My daughter Fiyin is 16, born here in London. Today she wanted to make eba for her friend who came visiting. I was in the kitchen when I saw her bring out a teaspoon and start measuring garri into a small cup, like she was baking cake. I just stood there watching her. The girl no sabi anything.

I collected the bowl from her and did it with my hand, the way my mother taught me in Ibadan. Pour, turn, feel the texture. Fiyin was watching me like I was performing magic. She said "Mum, how do you know it's enough without measuring?" I told her it's in the hand, not in the cup. But inside me I was thinking, this girl will never know how to cook for her husband. She will never know the smell of proper Nigerian kitchen.

Her friend ended up eating the eba and saying it was nice. Fiyin was proud. But I sat down after and just felt something. We brought them here for better life, better school, better everything. But we are losing something small small and we don't even notice until we see our own child measuring garri with teaspoon. God is faithful but this one pain me small. My mother never measured anything in her life. Everything was by hand, by eye, by heart. Now I'm here teaching my British daughter how to be Nigerian in her own kitchen. Is it too late or we still fit teach them?