This is my cast iron. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My cast iron is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My cast iron, without me, is useless. Without my cast iron, I am useless. I must season my cast iron true. I must cook better than my neighbor who is trying to out cook me. I must serve him before he serves me. I will… My cast iron and myself know that what counts in this kitchen is not the steaks we sear, the noise of our sizzle, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the plates that count. We will serve… My cast iron is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its oils and its handal. I will ever guard it against the ravages of water and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my cast iron clean and seasoned. We will become part of each other. We will… Before God, I swear this creed. My cast iron and myself are the defenders of my stomach. We are the masters of our hunger. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until satisfaction is America's and there is no hunger, but fullness!