I am going to launch DP into the SUN for this.

[Yesitsbess]

Ten years. TEN YEARS of careful seasoning of my cast iron pan and he has "cleaned it". With wire wool.

After I pay Elon Musk to devise a trebuchet large enough to launch him directly into the Sun, does anyone have any advice as to whether this is even vaguely salvageable?

@calvados

That’s nothing. My husband soaked my inheritance silverware in a sink filled with caustic soda as he believed it would give it a thorough clean. It now resembles something a blacksmith would put on a horses hoof!

I nearly fainted reading that.

How do you even get...around that?

I appreciate that I say this as a woman who has allowed her fabric scissors to be commandeered by an idiot.

[quote Yesitsbess]@NeverDropYourMoonCup

He cut his hair with my fabric scissors.

My. Fabric. Scissors.

Shall we just both launch him into the sun?[/quote]
My other half learnt very very quickly about MY sewing scissors and my fabric scissors via the medium of mime - i mimed cutting his knob off with them. :D He now has his own which he is equally protective about since learning to hand & machine sew.
Took him bloody years to learn about seasoning pans though and the irony is that im now not allowed to touch the wok - the proper one as he calls it that was my late mothers wok.

There is an easy 3-step solution to both problems (the pan and DP). The first step requires lots of salt - a tub of Saxa or similar supermarket own brand equivalent and some Maldon sea salt crystals. Layer the cheap salt in the ruined pan and apply hot heat until it goes brown/black and leave to cool. When cool, remove salt using a dry cloth and place in bin, on pesky slugs or use to clear slippery ice. Repeat this until the tub of salt is gone.

Then heat a knob of unsalted butter in the pan and while it heats to foam take fresh sweetbreads from DP with a sharp knife - well, maybe just one as you have to leave the threat of the second ... As the butter foam dies down place the thinly sliced seetbreads in the pan caramelising first one side, then the other.

Apply a pinch of the Maldon salt and serve with a few fava beans and a nice Chianti to your, by now quivering DP, whilst explaining the benefits of a fine patina on a frying pan.

Future urges to clean the frying pan will be nipped in his remaining bud.

Hahahahaaaaaa! Love that!

We're going to move this thread to Classics now, where it can remain for posterity and the OP's DH can contemplate it and think about what he has done.

Ten years. TEN YEARS of careful seasoning of my cast iron pan and he has "cleaned it". With wire wool.

Aha! So he will never have to clean anything again as you won't let him (you may have already killed him!).

Clever man! Result!

@MNHQ oh! Thankyou for that!

I may have it printed and unfurl it at him whenever he ventures towards the pans

Mine burnt my John Lewis steel steamer and binned it without telling me, so there was no opportunity to clean it up, which is usually possible. It cost £108 to replace, and the two steamer baskets that went with it continue to reproach me from the cupboard.

Those of you who have to hide your fabric scissors, be grateful you are not married to my friend's DP.
She couldn't understand why her sewing machine (which cost a couple of thousand quid) was snarling up all the threads.
Until he "remembered" trying to use it to repair a leather strap on his canvas work bag.
The only reason he still posseses his testicles, is because he found and paid for a repairman

Ouch. OUCH!

My inner seamstress has just mentally done him a mischief...

At least mine didn't bin the evidence @Tinpotspectator