I had posted this as a comment on someone elses page.  I enjoyed the memory so much I decided to post it here at home.

I  love fresh homemade bread. It not only makes my mouth happy, but I love the way my house smells when I have been baking it.

My mother and grandmother always used cast iron. I use it often my self.

I remember one fall in the late fifties when I was about 5 years old very clearly. Daddy and grandpa were working cutting cedar post and the rest of us ( grandma had kids my age and younger!) were camping out in the Cedar Break.
Grandma had brought her big old cast iron wash pot. The kind that has short legs on it and you build the fire directly under the pot. She would cook a big pot of pinto beans in it all day long. It smelled so good out in the open fall air.
As the beans were just about ready and it was time to eat an evening meal she would cook what she called HoeCake.
Grandma would melt old fashioned Lard on the lid of the bubbling bean pot. Then pour her batter, which was simply flour, salt , baking soda and water, on the top to bake it. It would be golden brown and crispy on the outside, hot and fluffy on the inside. Mom would fry up the fish, usually perch that daddy and grandpa had caught in another cast iron skillet. They would open jars of homemade jam and hot peppers.

After playing all day ( we kids) or working all day( the grownups) we would sit down on a log or the ground and enjoy this simple meal and God's goodness.