Cast Iron Skillets & Some Fun with Julia Child

Hum... the cast iron skillet!  So many uses from whipping up some buttermilk pancakes to baking dense chocolate cakes and to flakey crust pies.

$5 Deal

I recently watched a report on one of those news shows (it shall go unnamed because I can't quite remember which one) that focused on cast ironware, skillets in general. I guess they're all the rage now with those adventurous people honing their culinary skills. My first iron skillet was a wedding gift from my oldest sister. The skillet didn't really survive the test of time as I wasn't aware how to care for it. I know, I know .... pretty hard to kill a cast iron skillet. This little beauty pictured here was purchased at an estate sale a few years back. I did some research and was able to determine by the font and where it is placed on the bottom of the skillet, it was manufactured between 1924 to 1935. Thanks to Country Living magazine, I can provide you a link to clean not only your cast ironware but other items you frequently use in your kitchen. Bon Appétit!

And, if you'd like to check out the age of your cast ironware - check out http://www.castironcollector.comhttp://www.castironcollector.com

photo: Country Living

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Back to Me

After a rather difficult start of 2014, I'm happy to report my Gilded Palm Etsy shop is once again open.   I'll be adding new items in the days ahead. Much aloha!

Spring, Sweet Spring!

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,

Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,

Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:

      Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The palm and may make country houses gay,

Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,

And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:

      Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,

Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,

In every street these tunes our ears do greet:

      Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!

        

Spring, the sweet spring! 

by,

A Little Girl's Heart

http://www.nc-photography.com

In Memorandum

I've been out of the loop since the passing of my father on February 1, 2014.  Hope to be posting very soon.

Clarence M Grocott

My Dad and I