It’s never too late . . .
At least not in this house.
Last year for Christmas, I gave Sarge, who has become our family’s personal chef, a pre-seasoned cast iron pan.
It looks like this (just without the lid).
Now I realize this sounds like a pretty lame Christmas gift. Lest you think I’m one of those people (you know–the kind that only gives disappointingly useful gifts), this was actually requested by Sarge himself.
Over a year ago, I schlepped my way to a store in horrible holiday traffic and perused various types of cast iron cookware. After finally deciding on the item above, I had to then carry this tremendously heavy pan around for awhile as I had a friend with me who had more shopping to do.
Fast forward to last night and guess what?
Sarge used the pan for the first time.
Yes, you read that correctly. THE FIRST TIME!
And no, I don’t mean the first time in 2012–I mean the first time EVER!
Of course, after he cooked a mouth-wateringly delicious flank steak in it last night, I have to tell you that I was torn.
The positive was that the steak was so fabulous, I honestly couldn’t get enough of it.
The negative side of this whole situation was my disgruntlement that it took over a year for him to try it.
When I think of all the tantalizing meals that could have been cooked . . . well, it just doesn’t do to dwell on the past.
So I guess in our house, it really isn’t too late to redeem yourself.
