Ferrett and I watch a show called Food Network Star. It’s a contest that selects one cook to become the Next Food Network Star. The only really big star who has come out of the contest is Guy Fieri, but winners (and some runners-up) from other seasons are now perennial favorites on the network.
All contestants must have a viewpoint, the thing that is going to sell them as the next star: Aarti Sequeira and her Aarti Party entertainment show; Jeff Mauro as the Sandwich King. So a few times over the years of watching, Ferrett and I have wondered about what, if we were ever contestants, our shtick would be. I’d never been able to think of one, until I was cleaning up the kitchen today and noticed this:
It’s clear: I would be the Cast Iron Queen.
Yes, I have felt the pull of All Clad and its shiny, gleaming silver. I ever have one All Clad skillet. And it’s lovely for omelets. But most of the time, I reach for the sturdy black of my cast iron. I love the way it holds heat, I love how sturdy it is.
I love that it doesn’t require a lot of scouring to look good. And compared to All Clad? You can outfit a kitchen with cast iron for the cost of one All Clad saute pan.
So that would be my thing, on Food Network Star. I’d advocate for heavy cookware–and probably get thrown off after just a couple weeks for lack of sophistication. But if they want down-home cooking, me and my cast iron are the ones to pick.