My earliest memories of dinner are the sounds associated with its preparation. I'd hear an iron skillet placed on the stove and then the sound of the oversized stainless spoon hitting the inside surface so the Crisco would turn loose - and GO! I don't remember many meals as a child that didn't involve a skillet - some cakes were even made in one. When looking around thrift stores or flea markets keep your eyes pealed for an old No.9. You'll be amazed how naturally cooking can come to you when you use the basic tools of the trade. I found the above picture of Gin Gin doing what she did best. Professionally she was a statistician - by trade she was a kitchen chemist. Imagine how many chicken fried steak suppers started this way..Enjoy!