Three Things My Grandma Taught Me About Cast Iron—And Life

Each day, Grandma grew stronger. She was back at the stove in no time. And every time I reached for that old cast iron skillet, I could still hear her voice: “Treat it well, and it’ll last a lifetime.”

I stayed in Blueford. Got a job at the community center teaching seniors how to cook. Aksel and I kept building something steady, something real—like seasoning a pan, layer by layer.

One evening, Grandma looked up at me from across the table and said, “I’ve never seen you glow like this.”

And for the first time in a long time, I believed it.

Because here’s what I know now: life will scorch you. Love might let you down. But like cast iron, your heart can be restored. It takes time, care, and choosing people who stay, even when the kitchen’s a mess.

Love isn’t perfect. But it can be strong, tender, and enough. And sometimes, it tastes a lot like breakfast for dinner.