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Dad's Cast Iron Pan | THE CULINARY CROSSOVER
Isn’t she a beauty? This black beauty?! No, she’s not a horse, (for those who remember Black Beauty) although she is quite a thoroughbred – a consummate kitchen horse. She’s one of my most prized possessions given to me by my Dad about two years ago. I use this pan just about every day. My Dad carefully and lovingly preserved this gorgeous girl for 45 years, taking her on many a hunting trip I’m sure! Yelling at the camp cook….”don’t wash my cast iron pan with soap and make sure you oil the ENTIRE surface before you put it away!”. At home, he hung her along with all his other (newer and less important girls) on the back wall of his tiny kitchen. His cast iron pans require display like pieces of art on the walls of his rustic castle. I remember this pan full of perfectly scrambled eggs loaded with green chili’s and sharp cheddar cheese. I was eleven. Dad was particularly careful not to make that weird, lacy, foreign egg layer up the sides of the pan. Nasty! I learned how to scramble eggs by watching Dad wield his wooden spoon around the pan like a maestro directing his orchestra. Just as the eggs were still somewhat soft (my Dad’s version of perfect eggs is not the culinary version – nor mine) Dad would add a can, or two, of diced green chili’s, a nice handful of grated sharp cheddar cheese and then finish her off (I’m pretty …