Osteoporosis, Long Marriage, and a Skillet
I believe I found the cure for osteoporosis. In the aisles of Walmart, no less. Yep. Walmart. I was not even looking for a cure. I was trying to stay “with it” in the cooking area and impress my kids. They love to watch all of the fancy-schmancy cooking shows on television. I simply like to cook. They are always calling me in to watch someone build a ninety foot cake complete with a working elevator, or to watch judges try to determine the predominant ingredient in a cupcake made from over 100 spices. These are not for me.
However, never let it be said that I don’t keep up with the trends. I have modern cookware and dozens of gadgets. My shelves are full of cookbooks and I regularly buy magazines with stunning pictures of pie on the front. I have old spices and new spices. I have pans handed down from my grandmothers and plates from various church dinners have found a home on my shelves. I guess you could say that I am a kitchen woman. Let me just add that it is OK if you are not a kitchen woman. Not everyone is.
Anyways, in my attempt to be modern and trendy I had to go back in time and I accidentally discovered what our ancestors knew. If you cook, you won’t contract osteoporosis. That’s right. Our mother’s and grandmother’s knew cooking was not only good for one’s health, but it also helped maintain long marriages. One of the newest trends in cooking is a retreat to earlier times. Cooks are being encouraged to go back to their roots. That is how, last week, I happened to be in Walmart on the cooking aisle. The Pioneer Woman cooks with cast iron and I thought I should as well.
I grew up cooking with cast iron skillets. I cannot remember a time when my mom didn’t have a gas stove and cast iron skillets. We learned to “chicken fry” everything but cheese in a cast iron skillet. I roll my cart over to the cooking aisle and find the new, matte black skillets. Definitely not the seasoned cast iron I grew up with. These babies are clean and smooth! I find a brand that is made entirely in the U.S. and select the largest size.
I have a large family and think I need the biggest skillet they offer. I heave it into the basket and look over the enameled cast iron cook pots. I see these on some of the cooking shows and am certain I need one. I pick a bright blue to impress the kids should they ever wander through the kitchen. Perhaps, they will think I am a famous cook person with my new cast iron pots. Perhaps not.
I haul my cast iron home and make a delicious roast.
I dig out a recipe for flour tortillas and pat and roll and cook in the large cast iron skillet. Muy Bueno!
My cast iron skills have been resurrected.
The children are well fed PLUS…I feel confident that am going to be osteoporosis free in a few more weeks!
I discovered that to heave my new skillet from under the cabinet to the stove takes some effort. From stove to sink, I get kind of shaky. My arm muscles have never been so firm. I can feel my back shaping up as I heave that skillet from stove to sink and back under the cabinets. Weight lifting takes on new meaning as I cook, clean, and store my new LARGE skillet and HUGE cast iron cook ware. What was I thinking?
To hold my new skillet up with one hand and scratch gravy out is dang near impossible. This is where the long marriage comes in.
HE has to hold it up while I scratch! Talk about cooperative marriage.
And you know in all of the cartoons when the woman has to correct the husband with a tap from the skillet? She uses…a CAST IRON skillet. Yes she does.
No wonder our ancestors were able to travel from sea to shining sea. Cast Iron skillets. Need I say more?