Especially those who have and know how to swing an iron skillet!
Ha! You remind me of a story we heard at an Oregon Trail museum. The wagons had pulled up for the night, & everyone had given each other some distance for privacy. One woman’s husband decided to ride out to see if he could find some game. While he was away, the wife set up for dinner & brought out a salted pork to prepare. Suddenly a bear came out from the bushes & tried to take it. She wasn’t about to let that happen & hit it with a skillet. The bear didn’t go away. So she hit it again, & killed it. She then called the other people in the train to come help butcher the bear.
When her husband got back, he didn’t believe her story, until confirmed by others. The next time the woman went to use the skillet, it was gone. The husband figured if she could kill a bear with it, she could kill him, too, & disposed of it somewhere along the way.
Good one!
My skillet story was about a woman’s husband who came home drunk one night. After he passed out in bed, the woman got her needle and thread and sewed the bed sheets together. She then grabbed her skillet and commenced to beating the tar out of the drunk, trapped husband. Ouch!!!
Don’t know if that story is true or not but heard it when I was a kid…
I had a great-great-great grandmother who died on the Oregon Trail. I assume she had a skillet, but I don’t think it was involved in her death one way or the other.
You should see the old spits that were used for roasting meat. They could also have been used for defending the castle.
The last place you wanted to try to enter a fortress by was the kitchen entrance. Heavy things, hot things, sharp things and pointy things live there and all of them being used by people who wielded them for hours a day.