Want to know what happens if you let your cast iron sit around, unused, with a lid fused to the skillet? Allow me to show you.
Please to remember: I have a love of cast iron. A serious, deep, and abiding love. And the pretty, shiny skillets to prove it:

See how pretty and shiny and glossy they are? Teflon has nothing on these. Nothing.
Now, here is a skillet and lid that someone gave me recently. Oy.

This. Is. Not. Good.
I feared the worst, but tried to attack it on my own. I put the skillet and lid in the oven and turned on the self-cleaning cycle. This baked off all the gunky, sticky seasoning and left me with just rust. But a lot of rust. Fine-grade sandpaper is no match for this.
Next step: finding someone with a sandblaster. Seriously. See?
This has become quite the project.
Honestly, I’m giggling a bit at the mental image of moseying into a body shop wielding a cast iron skillet. Will I look like a woman scorned coming to seek revenge on someone? “No, don’t run! I just want to make bacon!”



Square bready goodness.
And it came out great! The Kiddo loves it (that’s huge) for cinnamon toast in the morning, and 
