Oh, and on the iron skillet note, I have three that were my great grandmother's. She cooked in them, my grandmother cooked in them, my mother cooked in them and now I cooked in them. When it is time, I will pass one down to each of my three daughters to use. I love them. They are so old, worn and well loved and seasoned that the inside of them looks like it is made of polished black glass.
Nothing sticks to those babies.

