Generation to Generation...Cast Iron Skillets are trusted tools

There's something magical about cast iron skillet.  It's always adds a Guilty touch to cooking.  Scrambled cheesy eggs ith Applewood bacon become a masterpiece. Fried chicken tastes Southern.  Duck fat fries taste like heaven and charred Brussel sprouts become epic. AWESOME!!!

That's all great. but it's not the secret of the skillet.  The real treasure of a cast iron frying pan is that we go retro. It's a culinary portal  Now we are cooking great food just like our parents, grandparents and great grandparents did.  That cultural lineage is pure magic.  Trusted skillets are included many wills.  Children fight over them.  With the right skillet, recipes that are handed down from generation to generation, now taste like they did in 1914.

This particularly true when it comes to making breakfast.  No shortcuts are permitted. Thin Mint and I only go out to for breakfast or brunch at restaurants that swear by the skillet. We particularly like the Green Eggs Cafe in Philly.  They have three locations and their food is incredible.  My mouth is watering for scrambled with cheese, potatoes, peppers and onions, topped with a homemade jumbo biscuit and country style pork sausage gravy in a cast-iron skillet.  What a great way to start the day.

Biscuits, Biscuits and more Biscuits. Some days you just got to bake'm and weep

I wake up every morning with the best of intentions.  This is the day I strictly follow my diet.

8 am. Sound the trumpets.  Print the flyers.  And capture the flag.  This is the day.

8:30 am.  My Guilty Meter is starting it's Siren call.  Damn.  I am in deep trouble.  My will power is starting to crumble.  And then it happens.

9:00 am.  The Southern biscuits have arrived.  Tall and buttery.
Like the Battle of Chancellorville, the struggle is lost.  At least temporarily.  

Rally round the flag.  I feel a comeback in the making or a second biscuit with jam.