Why Cast Iron?

Cast iron is heavy, finicky, and old and I am *completely* enamored by it.  At any time I am surrounded by 20-50 pieces of it. Check out my Etsy shop to find my cast iron friends that are up for adoption right now.  Now that I have called my cast iron “friends” and completely cemented my spot in the weirdo zone, the question is, “Why?”

I found myself asking this very question as I stared at a wall of hanging cast iron pieces and continued to consider it as I scrubbed the rust off of a poor, almost forgotten skillet.  Here’s what I’ve come up with.

  1. Practicality. I won’t ruin it.
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A early 1900’s pot as found in a barn. It was hiding 3 horseshoes and 2 cowbells inside!

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The same pot after careful restoration.

Most of the pieces in my collection have been lost in barns, covered in rust and who knows what else, and have been restored into completely beautiful and amazingly uses tools in my kitchen.

If I leave tonight’s pot roast mess in my favorite pot for a week, I still haven’t ruined it.  If my kids steal it and use the same pot to carry toy cars around their play ground, they most likely won’t ruin it.  Even if they leave it outside in a week long rain storm, it still probably won’t be ruined.  Rust can be removed; the surface can be cleaned. Not that I would ever try any of these things (ok, maybe I have been guilty of the pot roast thing), but compare that to modern pots and pans that you buy at the big box stores.  They won’t last.  They will not survive my family.  Cast iron can survive me. It can survive my kids.

2.  History.

There is nothing like knowing that the pan I am frying eggs in, my grandmother also used to make breakfast for my grandfather.  When my great grandmother passed away, I stoodmamaws floor.jpeg in her farmhouse kitchen staring at the worn floor. At that very spot, her feet had so often stood to prepare food for her family and anyone else who needed it.  I just stood there and stared and soaked in the memory of her. In that moment in my mind, her passion in serving her people was completely wrapped up in that worn floor and her hours of service to all around her. Using grandma’s cast iron is joining in and celebrating her in her passionate service.

Each piece has a story and a history.  Some skillets that are still useful have prepared flap jacks for pioneers who crossed our great nation.  Others have fed the dozen’s of farmer’s kids.  Thanksgivings. Christmases. Birthdays.  Many of our fondest memories are made around the table.  Using cast iron seems to be joining in its history.

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My daughter proud of her cast iron chicken pot pie. Made in a BSR #7 from the 1940s.

One day, I hope to pass cast iron pieces down to my kids and maybe, just maybe they’ll love joining in the history as well.

Being okay with Dropped Plates

Being okay with Dropped Plates

Sometimes I describe my life as a plate spinner.  Like most moms, even stay at home moms, I run from child to child, side job to side job, event to event, household chore to chore, hoping that nothing falls and breaks–nothing fails.  Needless, to say, something always falls.  I can never be the perfect person that has the clean house, the perfect family, the perfect jobs.  I will never be the perfect Suzy Homemaker.  Instead, I am learning to give those expectations to God and live each day giving my time to Him first and making each category of my life an intentional act of worship–fail or succeed.  I want my heart to be right first. You see, trusting in God and giving all to Him isnt another plate to keep spinning, it is the fuel to keep trying to keep them up.

It is my sincere prayer that this blog will be a place to remind myself (and maybe a few others) to live each day with intentionality to worship Christ in every dish I wash, every parenting moment, every meal cooked, every lesson I teach at church, every detail of my Etsy shop. Along the way, maybe I can find and share some tips to keep the plates spinning a bit longer and keep my focus on Christ in the mean time.