Just bought a Cast Iron Skillet

[Aaron]

Give me some tips. What can I cook with this?

(Got it 2nd hand for about $2, but it's in great shape.)

[Alexander]

If it's new and un-seasoned, you might want to start with that process first.

[meldivine]

Season it.

Rub it down with vegetable oil.
Put a cookie sheet lined with tin foil on the bottom rack of your oven.
Put the cast upside down on the top or middle rack
Turn on the broiler, and preheat that ****er
when it gets up to 500*, turn your sh*t off and let cool.

BAM iron in the season

[Aaron]

Its pre-seasoned, should I season it myself also?

[Alexander]

yup, can't hurt.

[Mister Big]

Pans come seasoned now, there is no need to do this.

[Aaron]

I think tomorrow I will season it to be safe.

Thanks.

[Mister Big]

You really don't have to, I think its a waste of time.

[Alexander]

Yes a HUGE waste of time. Those 2 minutes will be better spent looking at the pan.

[hanlopedia]

Run it through the dishwasher first. Make sure it's good and clean.

You dont know what the previous owner did with it.

[Aaron]

I'm actually just here to find out how to season one of these.

[meldivine]

Well if you didnt like my original reply, try this
www.howtodothings.com/food-and-drink/a3371-how-to-season-a-cast-iron-skillet.html

[Perfectly Imperfect]

Ive never seasoned any of my cast iron pans.

[♪ *~ Lola ~* ♪]

Enjoy making great food!

[darckonquest]

Do you have a black iron skillet? You are a southern mountain girl, I can't imagine you would not. Put it on the kitchen table. Turn on the overhead lights.

Look into the skillet, Clarice. Lean over it and look down. If this were your mother's skillet, and it well may be, it would hold among its molecules the vibrations of all the conversations ever held in its presence. All the exchanges, the petty irritations, the deadly revelations, the flat announcements of disaster, the grunts and poetry of love.

Sit down at the table, Clarice. Look into the skillet. If it is well cured, it's a black pool, isn't it? It's like looking down a well. Your detailed reflection is not at the bottom, but you loom there, don't you? The light behind you, there you are in a blackface, with a corona like your hair on fire.

We are elaborations of carbon, Clarice. You and the skillet and Daddy dead in the ground, cold as the skillet. It's all still there. Listen.
-- Hannibal Lector sends a letter to Clarice Starling in "Hannibal" by Thomas Harris