For months now, I have been racking my brain trying to figure out what to put on the empty wall by our front door.
As a woman, having girlfriends I can depend on at every stage of life is a blessing. I truly have some of the best, most selfless, friends anyone could ask for.
That is why when Justin and I began planning our wedding there was no question on who I would ask to stand at my side on the happiest day of my life.
I didn’t want to ask these women to be in my bridal party in any simple way, though. I wanted to make it special and do something to demonstrate how thankful I am for each of them.
Being the DIYer that I claim I am, I did many Pinterest searches for “Will you be my bridesmaid?” gifts. There were a lot of great ideas that popped up, but the one that stood out most was a wine bottle with a personalized label for each lady.
It was something that would be fun for me to easily recreate and it would be a gift that my bridesmaids could keep and display in their home (if they want).
Several months ago while my best friend was visiting for a weekend, we spent Sunday morning watching Food Network. Honestly, this is something I do every Saturday and Sunday while I sip my morning coffee. However, on this particular day when Em was in town, my girl Trisha Yearwood was demonstrating how to properly care for a cast-iron skillet and showing how versatile cast-iron skillets are by crafting recipes such as hash browns with cheesy eggs and avocado, country ham carbonara, and buttermilk strawberry skillet cake with strawberry whipped cream.
As I sat drooling at the TV, I realized I had to have a cast-iron skillet. According to Trisha, they are a staple in any Southern kitchen, and tradition states that a woman is often given her first cast-iron skillet as a gift — like a right of passage — usually by her mother. Trisha’s mom gave her, her first skillet.
Well, I am all about some traditions, but unlike Trisha, my mom isn’t here to gift me my first skillet. Hell, even if she were alive, she still wouldn’t give me a skillet. She spent as little time in the kitchen as possible; it was my dad who did 90 percent of the cooking in our house and I have never seen him use cast-iron cookware. Continue reading “Adventures in cast-iron skillet seasoning”