I’ve never married, but I’ve always had housemates in shared rentals. What this (humorous but with a definite core of reality) piece points out is exactly why I tend to highlight the simplicity and durability of cast iron instead of making it out to be some kind of finicky diva. The cleaning is so easy and quick, you don’t have to worry about scratching it or overheating it, yadda yadda.
I honestly think the bad taste left over from some people being all hyper protective or finicky about their cast iron is just an unfortunate result of poor seasoning. I too was overprotective for the few early years when I thought I knew how to achieve a good coating but actually didn’t yet. And all that, in turn, is just an unfortunate downstream effect of the fact that cast iron skipped a generation or two in so many families, so much knowledge and practice was lost and had to be restarted by word of mouth and the Internet. Alas.
A new housemate moves in, sees the several cast iron items, and typically says something like “ooh, I’ll leave those alone, I wouldn’t want to mess up your special wares.” – because of the many pansplainers they’ve already encountered before. I tell them “no, seriously, you can play rough with these pans, it’s fine. All I ask is that you not leave them sitting in water overnight.” There really isn’t that much they could do to harm them.
I’ve never married, but I’ve always had housemates in shared rentals. What this (humorous but with a definite core of reality) piece points out is exactly why I tend to highlight the simplicity and durability of cast iron instead of making it out to be some kind of finicky diva. The cleaning is so easy and quick, you don’t have to worry about scratching it or overheating it, yadda yadda.
I honestly think the bad taste left over from some people being all hyper protective or finicky about their cast iron is just an unfortunate result of poor seasoning. I too was overprotective for the few early years when I thought I knew how to achieve a good coating but actually didn’t yet. And all that, in turn, is just an unfortunate downstream effect of the fact that cast iron skipped a generation or two in so many families, so much knowledge and practice was lost and had to be restarted by word of mouth and the Internet. Alas.
A new housemate moves in, sees the several cast iron items, and typically says something like “ooh, I’ll leave those alone, I wouldn’t want to mess up your special wares.” – because of the many pansplainers they’ve already encountered before. I tell them “no, seriously, you can play rough with these pans, it’s fine. All I ask is that you not leave them sitting in water overnight.” There really isn’t that much they could do to harm them.