Green chile turkey spaghetti
When I was setting up my first apartment after college, I went to an antique store to look at furniture. Sitting by the register was a large cast-iron skillet. The woman behind the counter told me it was a vintage one from the early 1900s. As I hefted the solid piece of cookware, I noticed there was no rust on the smooth black surface and that the skillet glistened. Clearly, it had been treated with care.
If you buy the skillet, the clerk said to me, it will last you the rest of your life. It didn’t take . . .
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