lordkenmore
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>I grew up in the North and in my family cast iron was something we never used.
I also grew up in the North. Indeed, I've never even been to the South. Growing up, my mother had one cast iron skillet--in fact, it was the only skillet we had. (Although we always did have an electric skillet, which actually probably got more use.) It seemed like it got the job done, and I don't recall any drama. Nor any special care. Despite the whines about "don't wash!", I think my mother washed her iron skillet with [purists: get ready to shudder!] regular dish detergent. It survived, and never had any cranky moments that I recall.
One of my grandmothers--who also lived North--had iron skillets, but her skillets seemed more problematic. I can remember washing them, and--at some point--trying to reseason. It wasn't ideal, but it probably helped the pan. Or did while it lasted... One of my uncles at some point decided it would be so much better to scrub all that pesky seasoning away... Perhaps he didn't know better. Perhaps he did it just to spite me. (I think he did hate me, at least to a degree.)
Today, I honestly have mixed feelings about cast iron. I like how durable it can be. I like the thought of a more natural non-stick (or, probably more accurately, lower stick)pan vs. Teflon. But...keeping it happy can be a pain. And while I don't have a dishwasher now, there is that thought that cast iron is hand clean only...
I also grew up in the North. Indeed, I've never even been to the South. Growing up, my mother had one cast iron skillet--in fact, it was the only skillet we had. (Although we always did have an electric skillet, which actually probably got more use.) It seemed like it got the job done, and I don't recall any drama. Nor any special care. Despite the whines about "don't wash!", I think my mother washed her iron skillet with [purists: get ready to shudder!] regular dish detergent. It survived, and never had any cranky moments that I recall.
One of my grandmothers--who also lived North--had iron skillets, but her skillets seemed more problematic. I can remember washing them, and--at some point--trying to reseason. It wasn't ideal, but it probably helped the pan. Or did while it lasted... One of my uncles at some point decided it would be so much better to scrub all that pesky seasoning away... Perhaps he didn't know better. Perhaps he did it just to spite me. (I think he did hate me, at least to a degree.)
Today, I honestly have mixed feelings about cast iron. I like how durable it can be. I like the thought of a more natural non-stick (or, probably more accurately, lower stick)pan vs. Teflon. But...keeping it happy can be a pain. And while I don't have a dishwasher now, there is that thought that cast iron is hand clean only...