Category: cast iron guy

  • Equinox

    four hundred and sixty
    meters per second
    tracking a prograde elliptical orbit
    an average of nearly
    one hundred and fifty million kilometers
    around a nuclear fireball
    immense
    seven hundred thousand kilometers wide
    a wet ball of rock
    barely sixty three hundred kilometers thick
    askew on her axis
    twenty-three degrees
    touches a mathematical moment
    briefly marking the progress through
    cold space against
    ever-shifting durations of light upon
    her surface
    nudging atmospheric variations
    triggering biological changes
    bridging annual manipulations
    of air and water and life
    marked by words we simply call
    seasons

    – bardo

    I have reserved some space on this blog each week to be creative, and to post some fiction, poetry, art or prose. Writing a daily blog could easily get repetitive and turn into driveling updates. Instead, Wordy Wednesdays give me a bit of a creative nudge when inspiration strikes.

  • Last Day of Summer

    And just like that the leaves turned yellow, the air felt crisper, and another summer drifted into memory.

    In three short months we managed to squeeze in quite a lot of action, particularlly considering that the world was still fairly locked down with this pandemic.

    We visited the mountains for two weeks across two separate trips, completed a modest list of hikes, kayaked on a couple mountain lakes, photographed glaciers, and enjoyed the wilderness.

    We cooked outdoors on our new backyard fire pit, roasting a crazy variety of meats, a garden’s worth of vegetables, and too many marshmallows to count.

    We hosted friends in our backyard, spending lovely afternoons or evenings with (on different occasions) family for elaborate meals, co-workers for beers, friends for campfires, and my running crew for a brithday party.

    We met our neighbours in the park, new friendly relationships spurred on by the magnetic conversation starting magic of a cute puppy who makes pals with anyone and drags me into it at the other end of a leash.

    We ran as I hosted at least a dozen weeks of adventure runs around and just outside the city, encouraging a dozen (give or take) of my running crew to join me in exploring new trails and unfamiliar routes, often with an ice cream or beer at the end of it.

    We enjoyed our own backyard.

    We toured our own city.

    We lived in our space, not always by choice, but making the best of the situation.

    The summer of 2021 ends in a couple short hours and it may not have been perfect, but it certainly was not wasted.

  • Unpoliticalish

    It’s not that I’m not a political guy. In fact, usually kinda the opposite.

    But I’ve made a very deliberate decision to keep this space fairly free of politics and opinion that links (directly) back to those topics.

    That said, it’s election day in Canada and today the nation was off to the polls to pick a federal government.

    Traditionally, I pour myself a glass of whiskey, settle onto the couch, turn on the television and watch with bated breath as the results start to roll in.

    With a country as geographically expansive as Canada, there is literally a rolling in of the results as we cascade east to west waiting for election zones to close down and start reporting results.

    My region closed a few minutes ago and numbers have started appearing on the bottom of the screenful of commentators on the CBC coverage.

    The glass of whiskey will either be a celebratory drink or a mournful way to drown some political sorrows.

    As of now I don’t know which, so I’m sipping and watching and sipping some more.

  • Terry Fox-ish

    Every year on this weekend for a generation Canadians go for a run.

    Forty years ago a young man named Terry Fox, long since deservedly held up as a national hero, attempted to run east to west across the country. He was in remission from cancer, and had lost a leg to it, but set anyways out to raise money and awareness.

    He made it about a third of the way before ending his run and passing away shortly after.

    The Terry Fox run is usually held annually on this very weekend and brings out countless folks from across the country to continue the run in spirit and memory.

    It was a virtual run this year thanks to a lingering global pandemic.

    So. It was pretty much a normal Sunday Runday for us.

    Except.

    Except a couple years ago one of our run crew passed from cancer.

    Her family put up a memorial bench in the local dog park in our river valley, a convenient distance away for a modest Sunday run.

    We might not have specifically run for Terry Fox this morning, but I’d like to think that ten of us adventuring down to find the bench, running through the autumn trails, and finding the memorial for our fallen crewmate was kinda a parallel effort in the right spirit of the day.

  • Strip This Pan, Part Two

    I know that with a name like “the cast iron guy” you might expect that I’m some kind of guru in cast iron when in reality it as much about a philosophy of life that is expressed in the form and function of cast iron as much as a so-called cast iron expertise.

    I write this as a caveat because often I post ideas that I’m as much interested in exploring more about or expanding my experience with and not so much sharing some deep knowledge of or advice in.

    Like, say, recommendations for stripping a cast iron pan for reseasoning … with, say, vinegar.

    Something that I have to report that as of my experience over the last twenty four hours did not work out at all for me.

    I set up a shallow basin in the backyard.

    I rested my twenty-inch cast iron grill in the basin.

    I submerged the grill with a generous glug-glug-glug of multiple litres of 5% white vinegar.

    I let it sit for sixteen hours.

    The result? My pan was wet and smelled of vinegar, but there was no noticable breakdown of the seasoning let alone was it completely flaking off or otherwise dissolved. In fact, I would say all I accomplished was wasting about five bucks worth of vinegar. The pan after drying is unchanged from its soak in food-grade dilute acetic acid.

    I suppose the allure of this idea that vinegar might have come from the notion that acids are bad for seasoning. We’re told to limit how much you might, say, cook with tomatoes (which are an acidic food) because they degrade your seasoning. A few years ago I made the mistake of leaving a bit of tomato sauce in the bottom of a pan (someone else put the lid on and it got missed in clean up) and a couple days later the seasoning had degraded to the point where I needed to run it through the oven a few times.

    Also, vinegar seems like one of the easier and/or cheaper methods of stripping a pan. No fancy chemicals cleaners or tools or long, energy-expensive trials in the oven: just a bit of solution from the cupboard.

    It’s also suprising how many search results appear for this, too, complete with warning about how the pan might rust up as soon as you pull it from the vinegar bath.

    I suppose, if I’m being generous to these content farmers, there are many vaguely worded bits of advice about using vinegar on cast iron and there seems to be a genuine misunderstanding between “cleaning” a pan and actually stripping the seasoning. It’s easy to assume it will work “as advertised” if you’ve never tried it for yourself.

    Which I have now tried.

    And which I’ll not be trying again, unless someone happens to point out some glaring error I may have made in my simplistic trial of (basically) soaking my pan in kitchen chemical overnight.

    Bringing me back to my point of experience versus expertise: prior to this weekend I had no experience with vinegar and cast iron, whereas now I can confidently advise that I don’t recommend you bother with this method.