Zig Iggs It: Things in Cast Iron Pans

The other night, before we ran out of gas and access to the oven, I made a pot pie. For whatever reason, it transfixed me. I could not. stop. staring. I think it was the cast-iron pan (my great-grandmother's). Cast-iron pans are second only to woks in how happy they make me. Something about the shape, heft, and color. And I like seasoning them. Also, I could wallop stuff with them. Apparently, it was me... in the kitchen... with a cast-iron pan.

Anyways, pictures.

Princess Peach gets it.