Eating French Fries without ketchup is un-American.
Now THATāS funny!
I eat steak well done. I cook it just past the point of any red. Why do I do this? Because if I bite into a rare or medium rare steak iāll throw up and ruin everyone elseās meals. If you like roadkill, you do you. I prefer it cooked.
The ketchup part is a bit alarming however.
French fries is nasty. And un-Murcan.
You definitely would not have wanted to dine with me this weekend.
Prime grade porterhouse steaks. Cooked bleu rare.
About as close as I could get to road kill.
Yes ā¦ without ketchup they are.
Yes, thatās exactly the sort of cast iron skillet that I canāt find.
They donāt seem to make smooth cast iron anymore. Iām fine with developing the seasoning myself over time.
My dad has all my grandmotherās cast iron cookware, and Iāve made it clear to him and my brothers that when he dies, Iāve got dibs.
But until then, Iāll just keep my eyes open at yard sales.
100 or so years old. My wifeās father had it as a boy, and he was born 1917.
Insult to injury: I just cooked arugula, green tomatoes and coppa in a butter-scallion reduction in it, as a bed for sweet chili glazed salmon with sopressa and capicola tossed with tomatoes on the side. Sauvblanc for wife, dry red for me.
My wife has not spoken to the ass over me scraping her season.
Long before I met my wife, when she was in her early 20s, she put her then-roommateās cast iron skillet in the dishwasher.
I think he kicked her out of the apartment.
Itās a real dispute. I like the smoother cooking surface, with season on the sides. She has 5 from her dad, and the one I uploaded is the only one that doesnāt look like it has had its season for 80+ years. Even the flat toasting skillet. And I am not forgiven, ass for coppering it smoother.
Wife just said āgoodwill, if he wants one, because idiots give up on them because they donāt follow the seasonā.
I try to check estate sales, auctions and yard sales when Iām out in the country. But the Goodwills and the like near me never have anything good.
I will keep an eye out. Part of my wedding vows involved mandatory attendance to all thrift shops at wifeās discretion.
Oh I donāt mind if you eat the road kill. Iāve eaten plenty of steaks with my brother in law and endured the sound of him sawing into the raw piece of flesh. I just canāt stand the taste of uncooked meat.
The steak or the flank/skirt steak?
In Murphy, NC there is a flea market with age old cast iron skillets galore, hand meat grinders, etc. Bet you could find one in a similar type of town (Murphy is like walking into Mayberry from the Andy Griffith show).
A friend of mine came over for dinner and washed my cast iron skillet. In the sink with dish soap.
I almost started to cry.
It arrived this afternoon.
Thanks!