Wok on!

This cast iron wok is so big I could soak my feet in it. Now, before you think that this isn't really a feat of feet soaking, consider that I have huge feet. In the later stages of my pregnancy when my feet were swollen I simply borrowed my husband's flip flops. My husband is a tall man. I will not give exact shoe sizes, for to do so would be unladylike, but I'm sure this will give you an idea of the very unladylike size of my feet. This is a big wok. It really stirs my fry. It's made by Lodge, which leads me to believe you could use it while camping, sticking it straight into the fire to stew the squirrel you ran over on the way to the campground. Don't take it backpacking, though. This thing is gruntworthy. It is also perfectly seasoned for your pleasure.

Aside from the obvious cooking application, this big guy would look nice on a kitchen counter with useful objects such as towels, oven mitts, and kittens piled in it.

I got this from a heavily-lipsticked octogenarian who had it on her dining room table with fake fruit and potpourri spilling from it like a cornucopia of Hell No, so that's another idea. Don't tell me if you do that.