There's a new love in my life.
He's strong and smooth and gets the job done, all twelve inches of him. He is my cast-iron skillet.
I bought my cast-iron skillet about a year ago, because I thought I should have one. I was not impressed. It wasn't non-stick. The goetta I fried up caked itself right to the bottom. I had to use actual elbow grease to scrape it off.
I put the skillet away for almost a whole year.
Then I saw that my bae America's Test Kitchen had come out with a cast-iron specific book. As I am inclined to buy anything and everything ATK tries to sell me, I put it in the cart. Then I waited for it to come down to half price, because I'm not an absolute fool.
The book is like a relationship guide for a girl and her skillet. It taught me how to care for him and how to treat him right. I wipe him down when he's still warm. Then I dry him off with a towel and over a low burner. Then I sensually rub oil into him until there is no more residue, ooh baby.
I made scrambled eggs this morning. They slid around that skillet like they were on ice-skates. I made a shepherd's pie, and meatloaf burgers, and, yes, a gigantic skillet chocolate chip cookie. I love my skillet, and I love myself with him.
What's your favorite kitchen tool?
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