Aebleskivers

The other day when I was out walking the dogs I came across a yard sale. Not one to get suckered into buying someone's junk, I typically glance quickly around from the street looking for one thing: cast-iron cookware.  I've gotten good at scanning piles of junk for my particular treasure and today I hit pay dirt. Sitting under a folding table next to an old humidifier was a rusted aebleskiver pan.