I keep some of my favorite cooking tools in the oven. I’m referring to my iron skillets of course. I have quite a collection! My regular pots and pans took up roost in under the counter and the iron skillets always seem happy in the oven. A friend of mine came over for a dinner party one night and needed to use the oven. I was embarrassed to have to move all of them out to make room for her stuff. She just laughed and said she said she keeps hers in her oven too!
Iron skillets in the south are surely treated like the heirlooms they are, and are passed from generation to generation. I seem to remember somebody’s husband leaving his wife’s iron skillet out in the yard when I was growing up. He had probably taken “the scraps ” out to feed the dog and forgot to bring it back in. If that had happened in my Momma’s house, somebody would have been in BIG trouble! These heirlooms are really easy to care for one they are “seasoned”. You see, when you buy a skillet, it looks kind of rough and is dark gray. To jump start the seasoning, you need to rub some grease inside and out and put in the oven. Maybe this is why mine seem happy in there! Clean up is easy too. Just wash with soap and water. I think I’ve read to not use soap, but can’t make that leap. My beautiful skillets are jet black and shiny from use and care. I have
threatened taught my family that the skillets are never to be put in the dishwasher.
I think all of my family keepsakes tie me to those who are part of my journey. My grandmother’s quilts, my iron skillets, my hand-made wooden spoons…it is so important to remember and share the whole story. To remember my grandmothers cooking cornbread or sausage and gravy in her iron skillets, to remember my uncle so generously sharing his beautiful wood work. To remember the time and love sewn into those beautiful quilts from my great-grandmother, grandmothers, Momma, and Marie. Family quilts…another story for another day… Want to have some cornbread for supper? Grab an iron skillet!