Beatrice
It’s a familiar story. You find it at a garage sale, in the back of your grandmother’s cupboard, or buried in your own cabinet—a cast iron skillet, covered in a brittle orange crust of rust and caked with the black, bumpy ghosts of meals past. Your first instinct is probably to sigh and haul it to the trash. It looks ruined, a lost cause.
Lucas
It’s sitting on a dusty shelf at a thrift store, or maybe you found it in the back of your parents’ garage. A solid, heavy cast iron skillet, but it’s covered in a layer of angry orange rust. Your first thought is probably, “Well, that’s trash.”
Lucas
You see it at a garage sale or buried in your grandmother’s basement—a heavy, solid cast iron skillet. It feels like quality in your hands. But it’s a horror show. We’re talking flaky orange rust, thick black crud that looks like it’s been carbon-dated, and a cooking surface you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy.
Beatrice
That sinking feeling. You pull out your trusty cast iron skillet from the back of the cabinet, or maybe you scored a vintage piece at a flea market, only to find it covered in a layer of angry, orange rust. The immediate thought is always the same: “Is it ruined? Do I have to throw it away?”