Chapter 1: Once upon a time a dear, elderly missionary lady sent a box of kitchen things my way. Included in the box was a square, divided cast iron skillet. It was a little rusty, but I oiled it up and set it aside. At that time a family from our work in Fortaleza was living on the island. The wife had not brought all of her dishes, pots and pans along in their move. She asked if perhaps I had a couple of old pans or pots that she could use. Since she was going to be using a typical Brazilian style wood cook stove, I thought the heavy, iron pan might be a good thing to let her have. So, being the good, little, helpful missionary woman that I am, I gladly gave up the cute, little square griddle and sent it on its way to the island along with a super-nifty round skillet that was just right for making tapioca pancakes. It was heavy, but not iron. Chapter 2: Once upon a time, I sat on the back porch of the caretaker's house on the...