If you have not made this purchase, and you do a lot of cooking, buy yourself a cast iron skillet. If you like fried food (and who doesn't) it works like a dream. The iron heats up to a scolding temperature and you can go from the stove top right into the oven. One of the best places to make this purchase is at a camping supply store or Ace hardware. That validates it as a kick ass piece of cookery. When you are able to buy it at a store that carries firearms or power tools, then it screams testosterone. As a matter fact mine came with a hunting knife, Impact wrench and a ball pein hammer.
When you do buy your cast iron skillet, try not to be greedy. I bought one of the largest skillets I could find. I figured that I have a large family, so I can take advantage of the space. This thing is a monster. It is so large that it takes up one and half burners and weighs a hefty 11lbs. It is heavy enough for me to seriously think about it, before whipping it out. This thing means business.
Like the man I am, I have decided to name it. This is what men do. We name the things we love or that are ominous/dangerous. We name cars, guitars, guns and tools. Actually some of the tool names are universal. Every man has a BFH (Big F-ing Hammer) and a FUBAR (F'ed Up Beyond All Recognition). Go to a construction site and ask. They will pull out a really large hammer and a demo tool that looks like a hammer and a crowbar had a child. Then they will give you a wedgie and throw you in the Shit Shack (outhouse).
My cast iron skillet is named Shaft. It doesn't matter that it is fry pan.
This thing can kick your ass.
This thing is the business. It doubles as home protection. A burglar would not know how to defend himself from an 11 pound iron tennis racket to the noggin.
ReplyDeleteThe only flaw is having to explain why you keep an iron skillet in your nightstand drawer.