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It's my belief that there is no such thing as an irreparable amount of disrepair for a good, solid, piece of cast iron, and now's my chance to either prove that, or eat my words.
In a wood shed I found a DO that was left still covered in soot from its last use, and much of a chicken had been abandoned inside the pot. when I found it, the lid had glued itself on with pure raunchy uuuugggghhhh!-ness. Inside, the rot had gotten into the layers of fat in the seasoning, and the whole thing smelled of garbage, you could detect it from thirty feet out. It was awful.
Step one was to rid it of the slimy muck that had once been poultry. I'm guessing chicken because it had what looked like chicken legs in it, whatever it was, it was disgusting, it smelled like a garbage scow on a hot, humid day. I rinsed it out multiple times with the garden hose, and even resorted to bleaching it, before leaving it to air dry, so I could strategise.
What I needed to do was just go nuclear on it, roast off the oils and debris in the highest heat I could manage, and start over, but, it smelled so bad, I didn't want to bring it into my house for cleaning and seasoning, and I knew that smoking it off in my oven would invite certain doom, so I formulated Plan B.
In a wood shed I found a DO that was left still covered in soot from its last use, and much of a chicken had been abandoned inside the pot. when I found it, the lid had glued itself on with pure raunchy uuuugggghhhh!-ness. Inside, the rot had gotten into the layers of fat in the seasoning, and the whole thing smelled of garbage, you could detect it from thirty feet out. It was awful.
Step one was to rid it of the slimy muck that had once been poultry. I'm guessing chicken because it had what looked like chicken legs in it, whatever it was, it was disgusting, it smelled like a garbage scow on a hot, humid day. I rinsed it out multiple times with the garden hose, and even resorted to bleaching it, before leaving it to air dry, so I could strategise.
What I needed to do was just go nuclear on it, roast off the oils and debris in the highest heat I could manage, and start over, but, it smelled so bad, I didn't want to bring it into my house for cleaning and seasoning, and I knew that smoking it off in my oven would invite certain doom, so I formulated Plan B.