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.

Guiltilicous Southern Crawl is totally Charleston

The most memorable days in the catering commissary are when the event calendar is completely full and the chefs are preparing all kinds of delicious food.  I tend to get spellbound by all the great sauces, incredible entrees and tasty side dishes especially when our Dixie smoker is billowing against a frozen sky.  It's totally awesome. My Guilty Meter is maxed out. Then, all of this fantastic food comes together in an Epicurean dance that is strictly cutting edge. Our goal is to make sure each menu is a gastronomic feast that's meant to be savored and pared.

Then it the middle of all this full scale production, one chef slips away and makes a surprise breakfast for everyone. How great is that?  Today's Guilty Feast was scrambled eggs. southern grits with smoked ham & red eye gravy accompanied by miniature grilled Fontina Cheese sandwiches with Orange Marmelade.  It was totally Charleston. I love that Southern crawl across my plate.

All that was missing were those warm Guiltilicious Apple Fritters with snow on top. How scrumptious does that sound.