Afer work, I once made dinner for my housemates. After the meal, one of the housemates was like: “if you cooked, you gotta wash the dishes!” ok, so I washed the dishes. After the dishes, the housemate was like: “If you used the cast-iron pan, you have to ‘season’ it with oil!” and I was like: wtf I worked all day, I cooked, I did the dishes, now I have to cook again just to make the pan happy?!? So I never used a cast-iron pan again.
I’m sorry, what? That’s how you ensure that nobody ever cooks for you again. If you cooked for you and your housemates, everyone else who ate your food has to wash the dishes, excluding whoever bought the food. What fucking backwards culture did this guy grow up in?
Yeah, I wouldn’t have minded if we’d all washed the dishes together. iirc I never cooked for them again; I brought take-out once for a special occasion, but I told them to eat out of the containers bc I wasn’t doing their dishes.
Afer work, I once made dinner for my housemates. After the meal, one of the housemates was like: “if you cooked, you gotta wash the dishes!” ok, so I washed the dishes. After the dishes, the housemate was like: “If you used the cast-iron pan, you have to ‘season’ it with oil!” and I was like: wtf I worked all day, I cooked, I did the dishes, now I have to cook again just to make the pan happy?!? So I never used a cast-iron pan again.
I’m sorry, what? That’s how you ensure that nobody ever cooks for you again. If you cooked for you and your housemates, everyone else who ate your food has to wash the dishes, excluding whoever bought the food. What fucking backwards culture did this guy grow up in?
Yeah I was confused by that as well, that’s some entitled shit.
Yeah, I wouldn’t have minded if we’d all washed the dishes together. iirc I never cooked for them again; I brought take-out once for a special occasion, but I told them to eat out of the containers bc I wasn’t doing their dishes.
In my world, that housemate would quickly become a houselessmate.
Weird that he’s still your mate though. And not just somebody that you used to know.
Well you didnt have to cut him off, make out like it never happened and that they were nothing.
We use cast iron every day in this house. My wife is scrubbing a pan behind me right now. And no, we don’t oil it either.
I eventually learned that. tbh I think I just associate cast iron pans with that annoying former roommate.
I judge the need for oil based on the shine of the pan after cleaning.
Just fried chicken in a fair amount of oil? Dump the oil, wipe, rinse, dry, back to bed in the oven.
Did I cook something that left a residue? After hot water and maybe some salt to scrub if the finish looks flat, I’ll rub on a little oil.
I would cut these people off so fast if they said that to me, don’t try to please everyone so much