I am off today, and working aroud the house. I thought I would take a break for a few minutes and my mind wandered to cast iron. I have everything stacked in a cupboard, but have to relenquish the space that I sort of just "claimed". So without something decorative to display these beautiful pieces of iron in the dining room, I guess they are off to the workroom on the other side of the garage, also known as "the man room". I suppose if I keep the doors closed, they will be okay. Nothing else in the man room has ever fallen prey to humidity damage. I feel sort of sad about doing this, though. It takes everything out of the immediate area, which for some reason gives me the "out of sight, out of mind" feeling. I guess I am emotionally attached to my cast iron. Sad. Weird. Whatever.
I can't help but think, though, that it would be glorious to see a lovely wooden shelving unit in the corner of the dining room with a display of all the different sizes and shapes of iron. Yummy! While I have not started obsessing, I will admit to cruising retail sites looking at camp kitchens. I am always looking at applications to outdoor life, especially campsite cooking. These things are kind of cool, with the "folds up into a suitcase", and chinese puzzle fold up capability. It seems like, though, the cooking surface is made to hold a propane stove, and not a sheet pan of charcoal and two dutch ovens. Camp chef has some neat stuff, but when you don't feel like spending anything at all, everything is too expensive. I am also looking at carts for the chuck box that is currently under construction. I seem to be zeroing in on the portable table saw stand. I know there is one out there that does not cost $300, but does everything I want. We'll see.
Okay, break's over, back to work for me. Doing the taxes...:(
Love and iron, Del