<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Kitchen on Sunday Evening Review</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/tags/kitchen/</link><description>Recent content in Kitchen on Sunday Evening Review</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2026 08:00:00 -0500</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://sundayeveningreview.com/tags/kitchen/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>How to Season Cast Iron: What the Pan Teaches You If You Let It</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/living/how-to-season-cast-iron/</link><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2026 08:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://sundayeveningreview.com/living/how-to-season-cast-iron/</guid><description>&lt;p>My mother kept her cast iron skillet on the back right burner. Always. Not because she was careless about storage (Doris Hadley was not careless about anything in that kitchen), but because the back right burner was where the pan lived. It had lived there so long that when she finally gave it to me, in 1994, during the move when she and my father were downsizing to the apartment on Howe Street, she handed it to me wrapped in a dish towel and said: &amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;ll need to re-season it after the move.&amp;rdquo; That was her entire instruction. As if I knew what that meant.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>