Those who know me well will likely attest to this fact: I am no more a clean person than my (6'4") husband is petite. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's not like I would just choose to live in utter filth, but, truth be told, left to myself I'd really rather
not clean. Maybe one day I'll have the financial freedom to hire someone else to do the dirty work for me, but that day is nowhere in the foreseeable future. Now, I don't mean to say that I'm all alone in the domestic world - my husband Steve is phenomenally
helpful when it comes to just about anything around the house - it's just that I'd rather not have to learn how to do certain tasks.
In the month since our wedding, I've already found several such tasks.
One particularly arduous job is learning how to clean out each of our new small appliances. Now, as wonderful as it is to have a kitchen full of nice new things, courtesy of all of our friends and family, a task as mountainous as writing out our thank-you
notes is learning (and remembering) how to not only operate each individual gadget, but how to
clean it. Some of them are not too bad, really. By this point, I've learned most things just disassemble and go into the dishwasher. (If they come clean, they were probably meant to be cleaned in the dishwasher! :P Just kidding... somewhat...)
One thing that I was specifically instructed not to put in the dishwasher, though, is my new cast iron pan. I first decided to use my cast iron pan because (I think) it is the only one in my arsenal that can go from stovetop to oven, and I wanted to try
a recipe that required this versatility. What I didn't realize was that cast iron is a bit difficult to work with. Just a bit.
I'd never cooked with a cast iron pan, and I *definitely* had never cleaned one. All I really knew was that my particular pan was "pre-seasoned" (which I hoped to be some sort of culinary code for idiot-proof) and that it did not go in the dishwasher.
I struggled a bit cooking with the pan (this is after my original recipe - the one the made me decide to use the cast iron in the first place - didn't work out because my chicken mysteriously spoiled - another story for another day :P), and had a hard time
remembering to use a pot holder when I wanted to grab the handle.
After Steve and I finished dinner, I decided to Google ideas for cleaning my now soiled cast iron. I was met with somewhat contradictory responses, about using soap, not using soap, etc. I finally came across an article that said to just rinse the pan
off. That sounded easy! Unfortunately, when something sounds too good to be true, it probably is. Let's just say that rinsing my cast iron off did, in effect, nothing. In a last stitch attempt, I used up about a dozen paper towels trying to scrape off the
goop, rubbed some olive oil on it per my mom's advice, and heated it up on my stove. And there it sits. A bit grubby, a bit misunderstood, waiting for the day that I become a good enough housewife to know what to do with it.
Until that day, it serves as a daily reminder that I've got a few lessons left to learn, and that's okay. It gives me a good chuckle, anyways.