This humble pan, burnt and chipped like the battle scarred piece of fine craftsmanship it is, came to be in my possession after my eldest brother, original wielder of the pan, passed it down to me. The moment felt as if a long awaited prophecy had been fulfilled, one that neither of us could begin understand. The pan proves its exceptional precision egg, after egg. It's truly built to withstand the most extreme stovetop and oil temperatures ever imaginable in the realm of kitchens. My brother whispered rumors regarding the creator of the pan, who is apparently a famous smith named Eorlund from the city of Whiterun. The likelihood of the pans true origins lying in Whiterun is slim, but the origins fail to hold strong meaning and emotional resonation to me anyways. My acquisition of the pan has felt like a sweet destiny, the only thing that matters to me is honoring this pan and its legacy one egg at a time.

– G

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