I hear you dread, I love what cast iron cookware I have, handed down to me from relatives. Right now I'm grilling my veggies on my bbq grill, fresh stuff from my dad's garden mostly, a little olive oil sometimes and or some fresh herbs and spices sprinkled on top, man good stuff.

I love to cook, I just hate dealing with people, especially ones who should knowbetter and just keep their mouths shut. Or customers who think they know how they should be doing my job. It doesn't help their dispositions that the owner always backs me. But that's getting way off topic.

When I cook, it's like I hear the music, the whole day is a symphony, with the individual orders little parts that create the whole. And the music has it's own dance, one that you have to let into you and flow freely so that every move is in synch and the dance and the music meld.And nothing is fixed, you have to adjust and adapt to keep the flow and the rythem going.

Rob