My mom let me have a garage sale one money before going back to college. I make extra whim, I put lots of my things in the sale, and on a the cabinet for a couple of those old reached into years old. black skillets that were more than forty Imagine the horror when my mother saw a woman about long-seasoned to pay for them. After a short, and not so minor, altercation, my mother took her black skillets back in the house, and I realized the value of a seasoned cast-iron piece of cookware, especially when it was old.

Wisdom is imparted in the Southern kitchen without anyone realizing it’s being shared, or that it’s wise.