by Cheryl B Sellers
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Cast iron skillet black
oils heated sizzling hot
frying up Sunday chicken
Cast iron cooking pot
simmering that Jambalaya
red bean and sausages
Cast iron ladles stirring roux
scrapping the bottom of frying pans
making a silky fine gravy
Cast iron corn shaped baking pans
making the bread so crisp
yet cake like on inside
Cast iron love solid as mama
passed on to daughters
sizzling hot, simmering, silky, crisp
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|Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)
|I LOOOOVE my cast iron skillet! Nothing is quite like them....those left over mashed pertaters! Making them into patties and sticking them in that lard....NOTHING is like it :)...You make me hungry. Loved it!
|Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers
|I have a few of these cooking implements,,I love the way food cooks in them,,~SH~|
|Reviewed by Carolyn Red Bear (The Bear Paw)
|I've always loved cast iron, and this is so excellent.... love it....
|Reviewed by E. Richardson
|mmm...a fine meal you have prepared here...cast iron verse...well done!|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
|Oh this brought back such memories. I had one such pan passed on to me and it was lost in a move years ago, irreplacable! Wonderful poem, but the love lives on.|