Contrary little shits.
Dear Lord, please let the Cast Iron Witch know that I feel for her! I feel for her with every fiber of my don't-believe-in-seasoning-the-pan being! WHY ARE YOU MAKING EGGS IN THE CAST IRON??? [I call the cast iron pan my husband's lover because he tends to it so very lovingly - anointing it with liniments and unguents, buying special gifts for its cleaning and rubbing...]