Around the holidays I found a skillet covered in grease in my father's belongings (he died in 2005). My mom, remembered it as being from my father's grandmother. I cleaned it, lightly sanded the severe oxidation, re-seasoned it and just finished oiling it with high-heat sunflower oil.
When is it you start appreciating things like this? At 18 I could guarantee you I wouldn't give a fuck. At 32, I take a great deal of satisfaction in knowing I will be cooking bacon and eggs in something that's been in my family for about 100 years.

I :heart: my iron skillet
When is it you start appreciating things like this? At 18 I could guarantee you I wouldn't give a fuck. At 32, I take a great deal of satisfaction in knowing I will be cooking bacon and eggs in something that's been in my family for about 100 years.
I :heart: my iron skillet