December 2, 2010 by 8junebugs
washed cast iron skillet with soap
Best-timed and Most Appropriate Search Result in the History of Relationships:
Help! Soap on a cast iron skillet! — …my sweet, considerate, but sometimes forgetful* boyfriend used soap to wash my (almost as beloved as my boyfriend) cast iron skillet…
Later, when I suggest G use a different, less beloved pan for browning ground beef for dinner:
“If you don’t show me how to use the pan right, we’re always going to have trust issues. I’m just saying.”
This is probably true.
The next day, a colleague informs me that this scenario (which included a metal-on-teflon incident) played out “because he’s a boy,” an explanation I categorically refuse to accept.
He used the pan. We ate dinner, which did not taste like soap. No one died.
*In the context of how gross it sounds, but how truly awesome it is, we had discussed just the day before how the super-heavy green pan does not get washed with, much less soaked in, soap.