My cast-iron pans remind me of my grandmother. She used them for all her cooking, and I like to think they were the secret to all her good meals. They were the first thing I bought for my own kitchen in hopes I could recreate her cooking.
Object of Affection
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Real Life of an MSW 
I love me a good cast iron skillet myself!
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Yes, I have two I inherited from my ancestors and I cherish them greatly.
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I wish I could’ve gotten some from Momma. Wasn’t thinking.
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