|Yep. That’s our office with 15 filthy, neglected cast-iron pieces and a box of cameras.
I took it upon myself to restore them.
I married a very understanding woman.
As I lay in bed, reeking of burnt vegetable oil, ash, and rust, I can’t help but be anything but eternally grateful for the love of a woman who, in spite of all of my imperfection, loves me enough to let me keep 12 rusty dutch ovens in our craffice and repair them one by one. I love you, Wifey.