My mother loved her cast iron skillets, and that's about all she'd cook with, whether it was cornbread in the oven or fried potatoes on the stove. Well, she passed away last year, and I got her iron skillets. We're going camping in a few weeks, and I'm taking one of the skillets with me. I'm sure Momma will be looking down on me, saying "Don't burn them potatoes, son."