Ya keep that soot off yer fryin’ pan if ya cook over a piece a steel. Git yerself an ol’ piece a tin, sheet metal, er some’um ain’t got holes poked in it, an’ put it over the fire instead of a grill. Ya cook right on top a that piece a metal. Gets red hot. Ye’ll see it glowin’ in the dark, but yer fryin’ pan won’t git all blacked up. Keeps it nice an’ clean so’s it won’t git soot on yer gear when ya pack it away.

‘N a salt sack, I carry a salt sack with me. Rub it ‘round the inside a the fryin’ pan ‘fore an’ after ya cook up an’ won’t nothin’ stick to it. Goddamn clean as a whistle. Ya finish cookin’, an’ all ya gotta do is wipe it out with that salt sack.

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