Seasoned with Blood

Today I took it upon myself to season up a cast-iron grill-plate which we’ve had for a long time but never used. It was a gift from my father-in-law many moons ago. After washing the thing with warm soapy water to remove the factory coating and accumulated crud, I began coating it with some bacon grease which I had stored in the fridge in an old cat food can. As I did so I wondered to myself if this would disqualify the grill-plate for use in preparing food for our vegetarian friends. Then I cut my finger on the edge of the can and found myself smearing blood on the cast-iron surface. I was listening to some Ain Soph at the time and frankly it all seemed very appropriate so I just went with it. I put the grill-plate in the oven to bake for an hour and a half. I guess I probably won’t be grilling anything on it that our vegetarian friends would want anyway.