Minds me of the time Aunt Mary was home from The States visiting Gramps. She wrote a cookbook, you know. Quite successful. Gramps arose one morning and took his iron pan out of the oven to fry the bacon (or ham or sausages) and eggs as he had done every morning for over 50 years. It was spotless. Mary had washed it. It had never been washed... never... NEVER!!!!! Mary was in tears when Gramps went out the door to buy a new one. I still have that pan.