Remembering the week my grandma taught me to season a pan
I was maybe twelve, visiting her farm in Iowa for a whole week. She pulled out this old, rusty skillet from the barn and said, 'We're gonna make this right again.' We scrubbed it with coarse salt, then baked on five thin layers of Crisco, one each day. The whole kitchen smelled like warm oil for a week, but seeing that black, shiny finish appear was pure magic. Does anyone else have a memory of learning this stuff from a family member?