Originally Posted By: BobS
It's just a pan...


Sometimes it can be a family heirloom.

Rabbit shot with my grandmother's rifle, check.
Rabbit cleaned and skinned with my grandfather's small game knife, check.
Rabbit seasoned with my mother's recipie, check.
Rabbit cooked in my great grandmother's cast iron skillet, check.
Rabbit moved in the pan with the metal spatula my mother had when I was a kid and I saved from going to the land fill when she "upgraded" to silicon ones, check.

I bought the plate. From walmart, for a buck. I don't care about the plate. Do care about the other items.
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