I just use bacon grease. I find pig oil works better than any plant based oil.
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home. -Tecumseh-
the internet has made us think we are doing everything "wrong" because we find a website from some dork that tells you as much.
its iron. cook on it. dont use soap. dry it off well. repeat.
I "season" mine with whatever was cooked in it last.
Ugh. Stupid people piss me off.
Outside of washing in a dishwasher, I'm of the opinion that cast iron can't be screwed up.
I don't need my name in the marquee lights....
i tell you. its the internet. it makes people think they arent perfect enough. I MUST BE AS GOOD AS THIS GUY ON YOUTUBE! I must have the perfect ________.
I am so OK with being me. Good old plain me. I dont compare myself with perfect (saves me the disappointment).
Ugh. Stupid people piss me off.
Maybe that's what makes you such the asshole.
I don't need my name in the marquee lights....
It happened when they started making grills with plugs and temp dials.
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and outdoor griddles
Ugh. Stupid people piss me off.
I spray my cast iron and griddle with Pam(n).
People will complicate the most mundane things these days.......Heat it up, cool it down, heat up a little, ice it down, heat it up again but this time upside down, let one of the kids cool it down, wipe it down with bear tallow, heat it up again but this time dont cool it down til rains, worry that you aren't doing it right and some flannel wearing hipster cast iron pan police officer is going to kick in the door any minute. Place pan on wall under Live Laugh Love and Gather sign. Go buy non stick like all the rest of the women......
"Never Trust a Skinny Chef."
first things first.. are those chairs lined with red velvet
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home. -Tecumseh-
yep.
the 4 on the right on the top row were Granny's (mom's mom) That deep Wagner has fried more Chicken than the Colonel.
The griddle on row two cooked every pancake I ate as a kid. My dad would make what I called "adventure pancakes." There would be pecans, chocolate chips, bananas, apples/cinnamon or whatever he could conger up to put in them. My kids get them now.
The red in the middle is a joke. That abomination of a pan is worthless. I hung it there to get under my wife's skin.
Second one on second row is an old Birmingham Stove and Range that was Grandma's "dad's mom." She weren't no cook, but its nice to have her skillet.
I enjoy finding them and weeding out the newer lodges, although most of them have a specific use. Middle of bottom row is cornbread ONLY. The big lodge on bottom will make cube steak that will make you slap yo momma. My wife likes steaks seared on the stove in the two #8s on the top row better than off the grill.
on a normal Sunday morning the griswold #8 on the top row, the little Wagner #3 beside it and the griddle will be earning their keep.
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Theodore Roosevelt; 26th president of US (1858 - 1919)
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My three favorite Wagner's...
The oven and #5 were from my Mom's mother and have been used weekly since the late 30's. The other #8 Wagner belonged to my father's mother(born in 1900)and was a wedding present when she was 20.
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And some Wagner Turks Head muffin and corn stick pans. I prefer skillet cornbread but cook some in these for old times sake for the kids on occasion.
ETA: To add to HS's post above...
I remember as an older child, at a large family gathering at the gin one Sunday afternoon, my grandmother(the epitome of a sweet, proper, Southern woman)stopping my great aunt/her sister on the way in with a basket of cornbread. She said "Thelma, if that basket is full of sweet cornbread, tell Billy to put it back in the truck......y'all can enjoy that back at your house". My Uncle Billy muttered the entire way back to the truck "I told you...but no, don't listen to me"
My grandmother looked at my cousins and I and I, as we were the only ones around, purses her lips, shook her head, and said "She knows better than that...."
I still laugh thinking about that day....
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Found this in my dad’s storage shed a few weeks back. Going to see if I can save it and get it back in service.
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home. -Tecumseh-
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