We got one of those copper-clad skillets, and it was almost everything they claim. Almost, but not. You know how they, like, use metal beaters in the pan and not a single scratch!? What a lie. Maybe I should have used a metal beater to flip my eggs instead of a spatula. Also: not non-stick forever. Maybe six months.
So Charlie says, “Don’t we have a cast-iron skillet in the basement somewhere?” We did, and he found it. It was a little rusty, but Mr. Internet is my friend. I found this way cool site called Apartment Therapy that told me how to clean it with Kosher salt and half a potato. It worked!
I’ve been working on seasoning it, and it’s already more non-stick than my fancy coppery thing.
So we’re happy, and all our ancestors are happy.
Speaking of ancestors, that there in the background is our walk-in pantry. Have I ever given you a tour of our walk-in pantry? My Aunt Anna had one when I was little, and it was the only thing about visiting the country I liked (at the time). I thought it was aMAZing, and, when Charlie built this house, I asked for one and got it.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What is the one thing your main character, as a small child, dreamed of having in their grown-up house?