Mom's Old Iron Skillet

The skillet hung near the old wood-burning kitchen stove. Aside from her family, Mom considered it a special trove. With that blackened old pan she prepared delicious repasts, That in my judicious opinion will ne'er be surpassed! Ah, just to recall the tasty grub stewed up in that old skillet! How it tingled my taste buds just sliding down my gullet! The chicken, steaks and chops in that old pan she did fry, Evoked oohs and aahs and many a contented sigh! She liberally dolloped lard in the pan 'til she had it just right, Then concocted stews, soups and fried taters for our delight! Mom was never concerned about such things as saturated fat, Or life-threatening cholesterol and such things as that! I suppose medicos today would have a conniption fit, If they knew of the dietary sins my Mom did commit. She must've done something right - her spouse lived past ninety-four. Her kids outlived the odds, each reaching four score years or more! Self-anointed wizards deem cast iron skillets detrimental to our health, But I think they're just peddling new fads to add to their wealth! My dear spouse uses her old iron skillet most every day. I feel fit as a banjo regardless of what so-called experts may say! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved