In gratitude for the roast chicken I prepared for Sunday dinner, my sweet, considerate, but sometimes forgetful boyfriend used soap to wash my (almost as beloved as my boyfriend) cast iron skillet.
I have sinsed rinsed. And rinsed. And rinsed.
Are there any other measures I can take to ensure that my next roast chicken won't taste of Dawn?
Thanks in advance!
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