I had four black iron skillets filled with cornbread cooking….the first step for making dressing. My mother is the expert dressing-maker. I was almost out the door (going to get her) and Stan was going to “watch” the cornbread. Just one quick look before I left. Have mercy, have mercy…..smoke blinded me as I opened the oven. What in the world?? Dear God in heaven, I had left a pot holder in the oven and it had dropped down on the heating element.
I bought three of these pretty, provincial print pot holders…cooked one of them with the cornbread today!