So, recently I joined a facebook group dedicated to using cast iron skillets. What is so special about that, you ask? Well, for me it is because they are the same pans that I received from my grandmother.
As many of you know who have been following me for a while, my childhood was, well, pretty much sucktastic. But, the best parts were going in the summer to visit my Mamaw and Auntie down in the mountains of Virginia. This lonely only child, who many times had oatmeal alone for dinner since my dad was always working, would have 3 square home cooked meals a day and a bunch of cousins to play with.
|I LOVE BREAD!|
We would make homemade jams and jellies, fried apple pies, fried chicken (yeah, you get the picture...yummy fried deliciousness), macaroni and cheese, corn bread, chicken and dumplings...the list goes on an on....all in her cast iron pans. The skillets were as much an extension of her arms as they were her cooking vessels.
In later years my beloved Mamaw developed Alzheimers disease and the days of being awakened byt he sound of iron pans banging together were past. My aunts and dad had the sad task of closing her household when she was no longer able to live alone. The kindly asked all the grandkids what (if anything) they would like from her home. I immediately knew I wanted at least one of her skillets. I was fortunate enough to end up with 5 of them! Some of them were in perfect condition, and some I had to give some TLC to bring back from oxidation and lack of use. But, all were much appreciated and wanted by me.
|Made in the antique skillet|
The kids seemed impressed and enjoyed the stories. I felt like mom of the year for not only preparing a home-cooked meal, but instilling a little family history at the same time.
We went about our business of cleaning/homework/gaming/etc. Until about an hour later I heard my pans being shuffled around in the kitchen. I went to investigate, only to find my offspring inspecting all my pans and negotiating for who gets which pan......when I die.
Me: Well I am still using them, you know.
Princepessa: Well, we are just being prepared, you know you are OLD mom!
Me: You get the ugliest one.
What type of family heirlooms do you have that have surprising meaning to you?