My Grandmother died ten years ago. We held a funeral service at the cemetery, and afterwards, friends and family went over to my Mom’s for a reception. Pretty standard except for this: My first cousin and her husband, on the way to the reception, rented a trailer, went to my Grandmother’s house, and loaded up everything they wanted. Now that is Cold! Anyway, they missed the prize. I am the owner of several cast iron skillets that have been seasoned for about fifty years.

I think of this every time I make Cornbread.