Shortly after I married Ever-Lovin’, my daddy mentioned to Mother, “That girl didn’t get an iron skillet.”  Evidently he felt strongly that every cook needed an iron skillet, because he went down to a store in Andrews (I wish I knew where.) and bought me the largest(11 3/4 inch) iron skillet he could find.  When they came to see us, he brought me my iron skillet.  Of course I cherish it, and it has served me well these many years.

Many a pan of cornbread has been made in this skillet.

It is perfect for baking homemade cinnamon rolls, and don’t they look pretty.

I don’t think you can make chicken fried steak without an iron skillet.  (Sorry about the raw meat picture. Dorky me didn’t take a picture of the finished meat with its golden brown crust.)

Recently I have been using the iron skillet for serving.  During the ADK Remember the Alamo meeting, it was piled high with chopped brisket sliders.

I love this iron skillet.  Going from oven to table is easy peasy.

One of my favorite memories of Daddy is this gift of an iron skillet.  Thank you, Daddy!

Blessings to you and yours,

Remember: If possible, do not use soap and water to clean your skillet.  Soap and water will remove the oiled seasoning that the skillet needs.  Instead shake table salt into the shillet and scrub until the skillet is clean.  Works beautifully!