My Cast Iron Collection

I love cast iron. The older the better. It’s the only thing I collect, except dust bunnies.

I’ve used some high dollar cookware, but still prefer my old cast iron. There is just so many things to love about it. It cooks evenly, doesn’t warp, and like wine, it gets better with age, and I can use it in both kitchens.

Most of my cast iron has been given to me. This piece, from Ben’s mom, is a 12″ skillet that she used on their family camping trips.

This 12″ dutch oven, was a house warming gift, from Aunt Kate. It was present for my first campfire cooking defeat and my best biscuit victory. She’s one of my favorites.

As soon as we get some rain around here, and they lift our burn ban, I’ll bake some biscuits over the fire,  using this bad boy, you’ll love it.

I have a couple pieces from my parents, a thoughtful gift from Dad when I got married. Dad was cowboy from New Mexico, who had plenty of philosophies about life.

When he gave me the skillets he said, “Ever’ woman needs a couple cast iron skillets and a good man. You ort to be just right.”

He was right.

Here’s a  piece I picked up in Georgia on a trip. Most people pick up shot glasses or other souvenirs on trips, I pick up cast iron. She’s only been with me a couple years, so we’re still getting to know each other. But, I think she’s a keeper.

There are few material things in life that have brought me as much joy as cast iron. It’s the only thing I’ll argue with my brother about when mom passes. To heck with the cash, man, I want the cast iron.

Simply,

Sis

Tags: cast iron, dutch oven cooking, open fire cooking