I’m just going to keep cleaning mine with three drops of goat’s blood, drying it with a linen towel, then storing it in a humidity-controlled cabinet with the handle pointing north, just like my guidance counselor taught me.
You don’t rotate the handle in sync with the precession of the vernal equinox? Your cast iron’s going to be fucked when the age of Aquarius begins. I’ll bet the Priestmunty who proclaimed your pans wasn’t even a bake-borne by the eight transcendental Broilers of Avalon. Poser.
I’m just going to keep cleaning mine with three drops of goat’s blood, drying it with a linen towel, then storing it in a humidity-controlled cabinet with the handle pointing north, just like my guidance counselor taught me.
You don’t rotate the handle in sync with the precession of the vernal equinox? Your cast iron’s going to be fucked when the age of Aquarius begins. I’ll bet the Priestmunty who proclaimed your pans wasn’t even a bake-borne by the eight transcendental Broilers of Avalon. Poser.