A customer in the store bought a 17" skillet yesterday. As soon as I saw it in his hands I started talking with him. I believe by the end of the conversation he feared I was going to get in his car with him. I love the 17", and someone making that sort of purchase is clearly serious about his cast iron, so I felt kindred. On the persoanl purchase front, I almost fell. The fact that I was willing to is failure enough, but I almost bought another piece of cast iron. It was the lower half of a cast iron cauldron on medium length legs. My mother in law found it at a clearance center. I hesitated for a day or two, allowing fate to weigh in. Probably a good sign that it wasn't right. I only wanted it for the uniqueness, not the practicality. When she heard from her mom that I was interested in the item, her text to me was "More cast iron? Really?". We agreed though that my next piece can be my urn. Could be inconvenient if I end up getting the wok or hibachi from Lodge...
Love and iron, Del
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