Yup. I found a set of 3 small ones years ago... badly rusted. Hot water, dish soap, steel wool, shortening, baking... brand new again.

Hehee! When I was a tad, Gramps used to bake beans and the most tasteless bread in the world (on purpose) every Saturday. We picked him up one fall day for a short bird hunt and Aunt Mary, visiting from New Jersey, was instructed on when to put the beans, one pan each of navy and red kidney, in the stove. She assured Gramps that she knew how to cook beans as, after all, she had a cookbook published in the US! We arrived back at Gramps' at 5PM and all hell broke loose. Gramps was a very kind and gentle man, slow to anger, but he lost it! Mary had removed his iron frying pan from the oven where it resided unless something else was to go in the oven. She saw it 'needed washing' and that was what she was doing when Gramps walked into the kitchen. The pan had never been washed in over 50 years. Gramps was pissed! Mary was in tears. Dad decided we should get along home... good idea. That pan is in my oven.