| Monday, January 15, 2007 |
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I got a note on an email list in my mail today that Amazon is having a 48 hour sale. So I popped over to check it out. I'm currently on the hunt for a new toaster oven but, being the annoyingly picky person I am, (have you READ the post about my waffle iron?) I will not accept just any toaster oven. It's not about the brand, it's about the features. Envision Scarlett standing in that potato field, that dainty fist raised in the air, dramatic and glorious Selznick sunset at her back, shouting to the heavens, "As God is my witness, I will never buy a toaster oven that doesn't have a rack that pulls out when you open the door again!" The Amazon sale is a bust.
But one of the follow up messages left me really wondering. Someone had replied that they were interested in the Lodge dutch oven. Someone else exclaimed that they had recently been at Costco and noticed a sale on a couple of Lodge skillets, a 10" and a 12" set, but that they didn't have lids. The last line of the message is what gave me a "Huh?" moment. It said... "No lids, but a great buy if you need new cast iron!"
Who the hell needs NEW cast iron? I mean, it's like herpes, isn't it? Once you've got it, you've got it for life, eh?
I have it. No, not herpes. I think. I have my grandmother's 12" Lodge skillet, and my grandmother's Lodge dutch oven. I'm pretty sure she got the dutch oven from her mother. Need I tell you that when the time for getting into The Will came in our family, the skillet and the dutch oven were more hotly contested than the pearls and the family bible? (I am sad to say I lost out on the cornstick pan. The Sister got that one.) There is a slight chance that the dutch oven is where the family's riches were hidden during the War of Northern Aggression, but I am pretty sure that is just family hooha. Unlike the story about Grandaddy Taylor's wood still. Ahhhhh, Mississippi.
Any southern girl worth her deviled egg tray learns how to season cast iron before she learns how to con her way out of a speeding ticket. (Hint: One involves cleavage and one doesn't. One still works the same way it always has, the other not so much with the advent of female peace officers and free online porn.) One of the first big arguments my husband-to-eventually-be and I had was over my iron skillet. The man washed it. With SOAP. It's a wonder he lived through the night, I swear.
My point being, I guess, two-fold.
1. Who the hell ever needs NEW cast iron? Season that shit and get on with it. The older it is, the thicker the crust gets on it, the better the onions will caramelize, you idiot.
2. As I write this and remember the arguments The Husband and I used to have about washing The Skillet, I realize that it is redundant to own both a Ruger .357 and a Lodge 12". Labels: cooking, husband |
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I started to leave you a comment regarding cast iron but it got so long I decided to post it back home on my blog. Thanks for the content inspiration.
-Rick