Pack Rat
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Funny story about my cast iron skillet.
Went off down to Mexico fishing one time with the guys from work. Caught tons of black bass and had a big fry one night.
Naturally paid some of the kids as camp boys, mainly to protect our things, as they would do chores and take possession of their bosses.
So we left the dishes that night for them to cleanup the next day when they arrived.
Well, that beautifully seasoned old skillet shined like a new silver dollar when we came in for lunch. They were so proud and showing it off, all we could do is laugh and give them some extra bucks for their hard work.
Took forever to get it back to that level of seasoning.
Went off down to Mexico fishing one time with the guys from work. Caught tons of black bass and had a big fry one night.
Naturally paid some of the kids as camp boys, mainly to protect our things, as they would do chores and take possession of their bosses.
So we left the dishes that night for them to cleanup the next day when they arrived.
Well, that beautifully seasoned old skillet shined like a new silver dollar when we came in for lunch. They were so proud and showing it off, all we could do is laugh and give them some extra bucks for their hard work.
Took forever to get it back to that level of seasoning.