I love that there are occasionally ‘jobs’ that I dread doing…that I know a certain someone will adore pulling off.
Seasoning the cast iron tea kettle, for instance…
It started slow. The reticent, one-fingered application.
She, much like her mother, is not fond of dirty hands.
Apparently grease is in a class of it’s own.
The next time I glanced over, she was covered in enough Crisco to deep-fry a wild turkey, and slathering away with all her might.
Maybe a position in massage therapy awaits her.
I’d say we’re good to go.
Higher humidity factor…here we come!
