Making Use of Odd Kitchen Tools (or why I love my baby cast-iron)

When I was 18, I got my first apartment. This wasn’t exactly how I’d intended my life, but at the time Emerson College gave housing priority to the people who were already in the dorms. This forced a third of the incoming freshmen and all of the transfer students into Boston’s cut-throat September rental market. The following year, they changed their policies to give priority to incoming freshmen, and these days they require that you live on-campus unless you get specific exemptions.

So basically, I got screwed.

Fear not though, because my family is composed almost entirely of pack-rats. I got my parent’s old dishes from when they were first living on their own. I got spare furniture from our basement (that I still have and love) and desks and chairs from aunts and uncles. And I got boxes of kitchen stuff and bags of linens that my grandmother had been storing in her attic for the eight years since my great-grandmother died. I got a lot of stuff that took some work to identify (an ancient oddly-shaped whisk comes to mind), a mish-mash of olive-green aluminum pots, and a 6 inch cast iron skillet.

At first, I didn’t know what to make of this baby skillet. It was too small for most of the cooking I did, and I was just starting to learn my way around daily cooking. I didn’t have much in the way of cookbooks (aka: I had one cookbook from the 1960s that had been in amongst my great-grandmother’s stuff) and our internet was dial-up (the cable company said our apartment didn’t exist. But the cable wire that came out of the wall worked. I think we were stealing from the upstairs neighbors, but I have no way of really knowing). So I subscribed to an recipe email list. Every day, I’d check my email to see what I’d been sent, and if it sounded good I saved the recipe in a text file. I never made most of them, but there are a couple of recipes that I still use. My favorite is also the one that first gave me a use for that itty bitty cast iron. No other pan travels from stovetop to oven the way that a cast iron skillet does.

Individual German Pancake

1 egg
¼ cup milk
¼ cup flour
1 T butter or margarine

Turn your oven to 475 degrees. Then put the butter in the itty bitty skillet and melt it on the stovetop. While the butter is melting, whisk the egg, then add the milk and whisk again. Finally, whisk in the flour. Pour the batter into the skillet once the butter is melted, and move the skillet into the oven for 12 minutes. Use a hot-pad, the skillet heats up fast. When the time is up, your pancake will be all super-puffy, but it will quickly fall. You can just pour syrup over it, or you can fill that space with fresh fruit or sweetened ricotta cheese.

Of course, if you’ve ever been to Bickford’s you’ll recognize this as the base for their “Big Apple” pancake. For a home version of that:

1 apple, peeled and chopped into itty bitty pieces
1 teaspoon sugar
½ teaspoon cinnamon
¼ cup water
¼ cup honey
(all measurements approximate )

Toss the apples in the sugar and cinnamon. Add half of them to the pancake batter.

While the pancake cooks, put the water, honey and rest of the apple into a little tiny saucepan/pot. Bring to a simmer and whisk until it gets syrupy. Pour over pancake when you remove it (the apples will keep the pancake from falling quite as much). Enjoy!

I love that little bit of kitchen alchemy, it never fails to impress people who crash at my place, and takes almost no work. Of course, because I only had one skillet, there was a 13 minute wait-time between finished pancakes. So eventually I picked up a second itty-bitty cast iron (for surprisingly cheap) so I could make two at once.

This has come in handy because it is also the perfect size to make individual batches of hash browns, which are more work than I’m willing to do for just me. I like potatoes just about any way, but the combo of crunchy and soft afforded by good hash browns is heaven. Today, having only two eggs left and wanting a savory breakfast, I got creative:

Hash Browns and Eggs

2 medium potatoes
Cheddar cheese (or almost any kind of cheese, really)
2 eggs
Oil
Salt and pepper

I very generously coated the bottom of both my itty bitty cast iron skillets with oil over medium heat on the stove, then grated the potato with my cheese grater with the biggest holes (also the one I use for cheddar). You could grate the potatoes in a food processor with the grater blade, but I didn’t want to wash the whole food processor. I then mixed in what was probably a full teaspoon of salt, and three or four twists of freshly grated black pepper. I split the potatoes in half, and pressed them into the hot oily skillets the left them alone for about five minutes.

Using a metal fork, I went along the edges of the potatoes to make sure they were unstuck from the pan and crisp and golden. Then I used a metal spatula to go underneath and make sure they weren’t stuck there. I inverted a plate over the skillet, grabbed the whole mess with hot pads, and turned it over. Now I had the cooked side of the potatoes facing me on the plate. Once I’d made sure the skillet was still lightly oiled, I slid the potato mass back in and returned it to the heat. Then I grated cheese over it (to taste), and poked at the cheese so that there was less in the center than on the edges.

I turned on the broiler, then cracked an egg on top of each skillet of potatoes. The skillets then went under the broiler for about 4 minutes, or until the whites were set but the yolks still gooey. You can cook it longer if you like your yolks hard. I slid my toasty, cheesy, eggy hash browns out onto plates, and attempted to eat mine fast enough that Mr. Bo didn’t poach my breakfast when he finished his.

I feel like I’ve made that sound a lot more complicated than it was. Really, this was also very easy to make. I’m not big on complicated breakfasts, because I don’t function well before coffee.

I’ve also discovered other uses for the baby cast-irons, but those will be another post. This has gotten really long already.