I never touched a cast iron pan in my life growing up, it simply wasn't a thing. My ex had one and shortly after we met I was cleaning up his kitchen for him, found his nasty crusty cast iron pan and washed it. (We didn't have Internet then so it's not like I would have looked it up). His Australian parents were horrified. I still hate the filthy things.
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