My mother used iron cook ware during my growing up years, even during the teflon era when iron cookware was given a bad name. I inherited part of her accumulated pieces, and I wouldn't trade them for all the gormet cookware in the world. I use most of the pieces now and always think of her. Cooking and eating good food was her hobby. In her opinion, no social gathering was complete without food, and no woman was worth her salt unless she knew her way around in the kitchen. Thanks, Mom.
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