Last week I stopped at the Salvation Army thrift on the way home from work and found a really old graniteware pan for poaching eggs. Older than me, even. How could I resist? (That was a rhetorical question. No advice needed, thank you very much!)
I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I wasn’t sure exactly how to use it. Of course, there’s no excuse for cluelessness when you can find bajillions of explanations on the interwebs in a tenth of a nanosecond. It’s about as hard as boiling water. Game on!